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Happy part? She smirked at me—fuckin smirked! Like she knew I was sizin her up for a story, not a quickie. Surprised me, that spark. Most think they’re just meat, but nah, she had grit. Reminded me of Nicholson in *The Shining*—crazy eyes, but sharp. Ya don’t notice that shit unless you’re lookin, maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”

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There are many things I like to do, to see, and to experience. I like to read, I like to write; I like to think, I like to dream; I like to talk, I like to listen. I like to see the sunrise in the morning, I like Missing: Fernley.

Neighborhoods? Yeah, there’s the North End – kinda rough but with heart, and the South End where the sun hits just right on vintage shops. I stroll on Hill Street sometimes, thinkin’ about all the secrets these buildings hold. Every brick, every crack tells a story. And lemme tell ya, there’s one small cafe on Maple – oh boy, that place brews the best damn coffee and hears more confessions than your regular priest.

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