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Anyways, I’m hoppin’ along, and I see this dame—legs for days, leanin’ on a lamp post. “You’re my refuge,” I mutter, like Benigno talkin’ to his coma gal in the flick. Makes me chuckle, ‘cause it’s nuts! I ain’t mad tho—takes guts to stand there, dodgin’ cops and creeps. What pisses me off? Them jerks who haggle like it’s a flea market. Pay up or bounce, ya cheapskates! Made me happy seein’ her smirk tho—girl knew how to play ‘em.

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Maintain personal hygiene. When dropping clients off at referral sources and treatment centers, escort clients inside facilities and make a proper introduction.

And, oh my gawd, the local food trucks near Farmers Blvd—they serve these killer tacos that are, like, life-changing. I swear, every taco feels like a chance to redo life, one bite at a time. It’s all over the city, from the edgy downtown side to the more relaxed suburban pockets of the town. Can't finish without mentioning that one quirky art installation on Bartlett Road—it’s like someone dipped it in a cocktail of color and weirdness, a perfect homage to randomness.

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