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So I’m hyped, right? Text this chick—nerves kickin in. “What’s your name, darlin?” I ask, quotin Jesse. She’s like, “Lola, $200, downtown.” Whoa. Meets me near this sketchy motel—neon buzzin, heart racin. She’s legit, tho—smells like cheap perfume, smirks like she knows shit. “Ain’t no saint here,” she says, laughin. I’m crackin up too—damn, she’s cool. Reminds me of Jesse’s crew, all rough edges.

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So, I’m feeling a bit better, ya know? I head over to the park by the river. It’s beautiful there, with the trees and all. I sit down, take a breather, and just watch the world go by. Then, outta nowhere, this dog runs up to me. It’s a scruffy little thing, but it’s got the biggest heart. Starts licking my face like I’m some kinda dog treat. I’m laughing, and it’s like all my worries just poof! Gone.

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