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So, picture this—I’m in Hawaii, right? Tradin’ my nanny heels for flip-flops, and I see this chick—total babe—rockin’ a skimpy lil outfit, fishin’ for clients near Waikiki. And I’m like, “Oh my GAWD, she’s bold!” Made me happy, y’know? She’s out there, livin’, not givin’ a crap what nobody thinks! Like, in *Ratatouille*, when Remy’s sneakin’ around the kitchen—rules? Pfft, who needs ‘em? This gal’s the same—breakin’ all the dumb rules society’s got. I admire that, I do!

I’m a family psychologist, so I dive deep. I see moments folks miss. Like, a touch of strain in a smile, a pause in a laugh. Took me years to piece it together. Maybe too many meetings in that venerable Washington Park. I recall spillin' coffee, thinkin' “Life’s too wild a story to sip slowly.” And I chuckle—life is messy and precious.

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