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So, I met this one chick—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s workin’ the corner near my burn pit. Smells like smoke and regret, ya know? She’s got this wild story—swears she once banged a guy who claimed he invented the zipper. True? Prolly not, but I laughed my ass off. “You’re a real historian, huh?” I said, channin’ my inner Cronenberg sarcasm. She just winked, like, “I’ve seen worse than you, coal girl.”

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Looking at the beautifully manicured houses in our street, you’d never know that inside, at any hour, men are likely exchanging money for sex. But sure enough, my house shares a wall with .

Quiet alleys, the town has too—places like Liberty Ln, hearts whisper secrets there. Find your safe spot you will. Lucky, be you if you stumble on a quaint bench near the square; sit, breathe, and feel life deep. "Do or do not, there is no try," repeated it is in my head. Joy, despair, raw moments mingle here; wacky I become with my thoughts, hehe.

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