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I knew this chick once, Candy – swear that’s her name. She’d strut in, order a gin fizz, tip like a queen. Said she made more in a night than I did in a month. Happy as hell for her, but damn, that stung! “God doesn’t care,” she’d say, laughin’. Sounded like somethin’ from *A Serious Man* – all cynical and shit. Made me think – maybe she’s right?

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Man, the parks hit me hard. Rossmore Park be one gem, quiet little sanctuary – perfect spot for a heart-to-heart sit-down with a client or just yaself to brood. I even fished out some deep feels near the Robertsdale River – thought "Under the Skin" vibes all round, like wanderin' through this eerie, hypnotic dream. Ya get it? "Look at me, I'm here," just like the movie, a bit surreal.

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