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I’m ramblin to ya, buddy, cause it’s wild—Great Scott!—how folks pick this life. Freedom, maybe? No boss breathin down yer neck? Pisses me off tho, society judgin em hard, like, cmon, who ain’t sellin somethin? Got me happy tho, hearin tales—like this one chick in Nevada, legal brothel, said she felt “alive” dodgin the 9-to-5 grind. Surprised me, sure, but then I’m like, yeah, makes sense! “Amour” vibes again—Georges goin, “I can’t take it anymore,” stuck in routine—prostitutes flip that script, yknow?

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Oh, and the Bee-Ridge River! Tiny, winding, but deep in emotion. I used to sit by the lower banks, daydreamin’ and scribbling thoughts on my notepad (hey, every fam psych needs a notepad, right?), watching kids and old folks interacting. L-o-l, sometimes the river makes me feel like I'm in a flick scene! "I am certain that I'll matter!" kinda vibes, right? (Err, when I get all existential).

Sarasota man, 53, dead following car crash on Bee Ridge Road over the weekend