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Anyway, I’m walkin’, and this lady—WHOA—she’s givin’ me the eye. I’m like, “Is this it? Jackpot?” Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—total Michael Scott moment. I’m thinkin’, “Be cool, be cool!” But nah, I trip over a curb—classic me! She laughs, and I’m like, “That’s what she said!” Kills me every time. She’s got this vibe, like she’s seen it all—kinda like Carlos dodgin’ cops in the movie. “You’re a wanted man,” she says, smirkin’. I’m like, “Heck yeah, I am!” Cringey? Sure. Fun? You bet!

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Then, there's the Fort Scott National Historic Site. I often take clients there – kinda therapeutic to soak in some history. I remember sighing, "This is the city of confluences and transitions," kinda like Godard’s moody vibes, ya know? Its trails are the perfect walk to get lost in thought.

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