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Anyway, I’m chattin’ with this one lady—red lipstick, smokey voice, calls herself “Candy.” I’m laughin’, thinkin’, “Is this chick for real?” She’s quotin’ prices like she’s sellin’ me a used Chevy. “Fifty bucks, Joe, and I’ll rock yer world!” I’m like, c’mon, man, I ain’t that green! Made me mad, tho—folks tryna hustle ya, takin’ advantage. But then she winks, and I’m crackin’ up—girl’s got charm, gotta give her that. “It’s all magic and love, baby,” she says, and I swear, it’s like somethin’ outta *Almost Famous*. I’m half expectin’ her to pull out a guitar and sing “Fever Dog.”

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Now, listen here, because this is where it gets real: There's Burtonsville Park, a gem where you can just sit, breathe, and let the world spin slowly. When I'm not massaging tired souls at my spa, I'll stroll by the little creek near Bonifant Road (or was it Bonifant? Sorry, my head's all whirly sometimes). Its gentle burble reminds me of those quirky moments in Amélie when you see beauty in the smallest things... “Time to spread your wings” kinda feels like the vibe every dang day here.

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