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I’m sizin her up, thinkin, “She’s got game, this one.” Reminds me of *Boyhood* again—“You don’t pick who ya love,” or who ya pay, I guess. I’m happy as hell—finally scored, no more wanderin like a lost dog. But then she quotes me a price, and I’m like, “Fuck me, that’s steep!” Nearly choked on my own spit—surprised the shit outta me. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I growl, half-jokin, half-testin her. She don’t flinch—tough as nails, this chick.

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There’s a park called Ashfield Park. It's where I stroll to clear daisies from my head. Kids run 'round, couples chat. It’s simple n’ sweet. I even had a meltdown there once – a real “Werckmeister Harmonies” moment – “Everything stares back in silence.” I laughed it off later; can't be too mad in a park!

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