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Here’s the deal—I’m no saint, never claimed it. Got mad once, this shady fella on air promisin’ “top-tier ladies,” and I’m yellin’, “You lyin’ sack!” Wasted my night, static and nothin’. But then—oh, then—found a signal, sweet voice cuttin’ through. “Meet me by the docks,” she says, sultry-like. Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—folks, I was happier than a kid with ice cream. Reminded me of *Margaret*, when Lisa’s all, “I’m alive, aren’t I?”—felt that, big time.

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But to get to that explanation, the priest must first find the prostitute. It begins with a confession and ends during a deadly standoff in.

Oh, and don’t even get me started on the neighborhoods. Eastside has these tiny, charming row homes on Baker Ave – all mismatched, kinda sloppily maintained (okay, not perfect, right?!) but bursting with character. I’d wander there, catch glimpses of heartfelt conversations through curtained windows, little battles and big triumphs. Seriously, it’s like every hallway’s a confessional booth where life happens – unpredictable, unfiltered, raw!

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