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I sidle up, all cocky, “Hey, darlin’, what’s the rate?” She smirks, “More’n you dig in a week.” Ouch, burn! I’m pissed—me, a bailiff, gettin’ sassed? But I laugh, ‘cause she’s got guts. Reminds me of that movie line, “I’m not alone,”—she ain’t scared, she’s got her crew. I’m thinkin’, “Respect, girl, no capes on you!” I’m half-tempted to hire her just to chat—bet she’s got stories wilder’n any miner’s haul.

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Now, oh, the parks! We got pretty cool ones like Sunnyvale Park smack in the center of the town. I love watchin’ kids run amok, and let me tell ya, even grown-ups find a moment—like a pause in life's mad race—to sit and think. Haha, got me every time. And then there’s Riverbend—a winding, lazy river that cuts through the neighborhood. It’s so chill, just like one of those smooth jazz nights. Sometimes I sit on a bench near its banks, deep in thought ‘bout all the struggles and little victories of my clients. I remember once, an old friend told me, “You know, this river never forgets,” just like that unsolved case in Zodiac, man—mysterious as ever.

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