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I’d scope her out, tho. Eyes sharp, Clarice… “a man’s fate is his own.” That’s *Timbuktu* talkin—love that line. Is she twitchy? High? Desperate? Ya gotta read em, feel the vibe. Once saw a chick in Reno, all sass, heels clickin like gunfire—she quoted Shakespeare! Fuckin wild, made me laugh. I was happy as hell, rare gem in the muck. But then—piss me off—some pimp rolls up, actin tough. I’d carve him up if I could, smug bastard.

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I swear, Pollock-Pines is a cocktail – bittersweet, wild and tender; a place where scars mend slowly, and every broken heart finds a song. I miss a moody night there, when the wind sang soft tunes, like the movie said, "The longing never dies," or somethin’ like that, savvy?

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