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So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, heels clickin’, skirt shorter than my patience with schleppy exes. I’m like, “Oh honey, you’re workin’ harder than that horse pullin’ the cart!”—y’know, from the movie? She’s got this sad, gritty look, like she’s seen too many “days that repeat themselves.” That line kills me! Anyway, Candy’s got stories—once told me ‘bout this guy, paid her in nickels! NICKELS! I was screamin’, “What is this, 1890?!” Made me so mad, I coulda spit! But also—kinda funny, right? *NAAAHAHAHA*

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Lawrence’s parks? Sweet. Lawrence has Linden Park – a tiny breath of nature tucked between city blocks. I love sittin’ here after work. It’s kinda mellow, reminds me of quieter days before your muscles hurt from all that tension. And then there’s the local community center on Grove Street that hosts open mic nights. Sometimes I drop witty one-liners like, “This is where your body meets my hands,” just to break the ice. Typical, I know.

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