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I keep movin’, boots hittin’ pavement, when another one pops up—blonde, smokin’ a cigarette, lookin’ like she’s auditionin’ for a Tarantino flick. “You look lonely, sugar,” she says. Lonely? I’m happier than a pig in mud alone, ya harpy. “I’m gonna scalp ya if ya don’t scram,” I mutter, channelin’ Aldo. She blinks, confused. Good. Hate when they don’t get it. Did ya know, in old France, they branded prostitutes with a fleur-de-lis? Marked ‘em like cattle. Brutal, but kinda badass.

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Then there's the old swing near the river – yeah, the Eagle River. I always stroll by there at dusk. The water glows and dances, and it feels magical, man. Sometimes I feel like SpongeBob zooming off to a jellyfishing spree just bursting with joy! I used to meet up with a buddy there, and we'd chat ‘bout life and chill stuff. Totally off the tripod, but hey, life's a ride!

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