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I’m pissed tho—some dudes haggle her price. Like she’s fuckin tuna! Makes me wanna punch somethin. But then, she winks—boom, I’m happy. Surprised me, too, ‘cause I’m awkward. “I’m not a genius, Chas,” I mutter. Straight outta the movie, right? She’s chill, tho—tells me ‘bout this john. Dude paid her in clams once— clams! I’m dyin laughin, “That’s so dumb!”

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I must share: there’s a cool little cafe on Main St. that smokes out the best herbal teas. I've seen some of my most soulful breakthroughs right there, rubbing my hands after a long session of tension melting. And heck, when I’m on break, I stroll down to the old pier by West End where the river splits into these little rivulets; it makes me feel all humanistic – kinda reminding me of that moody movie moment when everything is uncertain, but you keep pushing, you know?

Half of Green River apartment complex destoryed in early-morning fire