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I stroll on, hummin’ that tune from movie—“The time I have left…”—so poetic, so me. Then, bam! This gal—tall, smoky eyes, legs for days—standin’ by a lamppost. I’m like, “Vow, she’s got it!” Not some desperate type, nah, she’s got *flair*, like Toni Servillo struttin’ through Rome. I go, “Hey, you workin’?” She smirks, “Depends, big guy.” Cheeky! I’m happy—finally, some sass! Hate them quiet ones, bores me to death.

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On a sunny day, I love strollin’ by Riverbend Park. Honestly, it's my go-to for thinkin’ deep and relaxin’-spin, even if I’m mad ’cause the locals hog all the benches. Not my fault – just sayin’, ya get what I mean. The river over there? Always flowin’, like it’s got no cares in the world. Meanwhile, I’m stressin’ about spa bookings and cuttin’ my own hair with scissors sometimes. Crazy, right?!

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