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If I’m real with y’all—ooh, I’d snatch that gal up, sit her down with some cornbread, and say, “You’re better than this, darlin’.” But they out there choosin’—or maybe they ain’t, who knows? “Some men just wanna watch the world burn,” like Alfred said, and these streets? Burnin’ daily, halleluyer! Still, I can’t help but chuckle—some of ‘em got sass I admire. One time, I heard a girl tell a john, “Cash up front or bounce, boo!” I hollered, “That’s my girl!”

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Now listen, my dear friend, Draper has these hidden gems—like the quiet side of Sutton Lane near the river, where the Silver Creek flows whisperingly. Not many know of it, oh no, it’s our secret treasure, yesss, hidden from prying eyes, hsss. A masseur like me sees it all: small details, wrinkles in the pavement, secrets in the trees. Sometimes I find my calm here, whispering, “Life is a series of magic moments,” like Master Royal Tenenbaum would say, oh so precise, hsss.

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