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Now, don’t get me wrong, sugar, I ain’t judgin’. Live and let live, I say! But I’m tickled pink imaginin’ her fishin’ with me—two gals, sittin’ pretty, waitin’ for a bite. Maybe she’d say, “I’m programmed for love!”—like them robots in the movie. I’d cackle, “Darlin’, I’m programmed for biscuits and gravy!” We’d laugh ‘til the cows come home. Surprised me how easy she chatted—none o’ that uppity nonsense. Just real, like me talkin’ to you now.

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The Upland river, oh jeez, it twirls by the outskirts. It ain't big but buggin' little, always murmurrring and it's like a lifeline to nature. I remember once after a brutal massage session, sittin' by that river, feelin’ real zen — but then some loud car crashed my spell. Mad, but also kinda fun, in a weird way.

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