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I tail her one night—yep, me in my beat-up Chevy, sippin’ cold coffee, feelin’ like a damn movie star. She’s struttin’, all dolled up, red heels clickin’. Caught her laughin’ with some dude, prolly her pimp, and I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t no victim.” Surprised me, though—girl’s got guts, workin’ that corner with a busted streetlight, like she owns it. Kinda admired her hustle, y’know? Reminds me of Viggo Mortensen—quiet, tough, hidin’ secrets. “You’re a naked man,” I’d say to her, meanin’ she’s exposed, no lies left.

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First off, I’m a cooper, right? So I’m all about makin’ barrels and stuff. But today? Today was a rollercoaster. I’m workin’ away in my workshop on The Street, just mindin’ my own business, when I hear this loud crash outside. I’m like, “What the heck?” I rush out, and there’s this bloke, right? He’s just smashed his bike into a lamppost on the corner of The Green. Classic Fetcham moment.

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