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What gets me mad? The way she’s stuck, man – no exit, just “another day, another dick.” But happy? When she laughs, rare as hell, it’s like the sun bustin’ through. “It’s not my fault,” she’d say, like Lucrecia’s line, shruggin’ off the guilt. Me, I’d exaggerate it – she’s a queen, rulin’ a kingdom of losers! Ha! Tellin’ ya, pal, she’s a puzzle, a hot mess, and I’m here for it. It’s showtime, baby – she’s stealin’ the scene!

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And hey, my spa is my sanctum, but Ladue’s magic is everywhere. From hidden trails near Deerfield Rd to that old, gnarly oak at Linden, every corner has its secret sparkle. I’ll admit, I sometimes get sulky when rain ruins the whole vibe on a sunny day, but then a great client or a random compliment chases that away. I mean, we’re livin’ in the moment, right? And sometimes, that moment feels like a miracle.

Man killed in head-on collision on Ladue Road