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So, I’m creepin’ closer, she’s smokin’ a cig. “Hey, big boy,” she purrs, voice all husky. I’m like, “Ruh-roh, here we go!” She’s quotin’ prices, I’m sweatin’ bullets. “In the end, they all come back,” she says – straight outta “The Master,” I swear! Gave me chills, man, like she knew me.

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Still living in the Bay Area, a mutual friend had set me up with a young man whose father owned a high end jewelry store in San Francisco.

Oh, and the rivers! There's the fine little creek that wends its way along Riverside Blvd. I always get sentimental there. The water flows strong, like life's relentless tide. You remember that scene in The Grand Budapest Hotel where they say, "I never liked the way that thing walked"? Yeah, kinda like how time ambles in this town. I sometimes gush it out during long walks at twilight—so poetic, right?

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