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Sometimes I’d sit there, engine rumblin, thinkin—damn, she’s free, I’m stuck. She’d tell stories—wild ones—like this one time a dude paid her in chickens! CHICKENS, bro! Cluckin all over her motel room—fuckin hilarious! I’d laugh my ass off, spillin my coffee. She’d smirk, sayin, “Cash or feathers, I’m still queen.” QUEEN! Unleash that power, baby!

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Now, lemme spill — I love hangin' by Riverside Park along the Arkansas River. That ol’ river flows right near the scenic Douglas Ave, and oh my gosh, it always brings back memories of families, smiles and those cozy, heartwarming moments I cherish as a psychologist. Sometimes, on a chilly mid-evening, I’m wanderin' around, contemplatin’ life, sayin’, “Life is a banquet, and most poor suckers are starvin’ to death!” (awww, that Ratatouille vibe, honey!)

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