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Back in me cups later, I’m laughin’—s’pose I’m a joker after all. Little secret? Them girls got codes—wear a rose, means she’s free, no rose, she’s booked. Clever, eh? I know things, see? Surprised me arse off when I learned that! So, mate, if ya fancy a tumble, hit Bleak Street, but watch yer back—else ya might end up prayin’, “Why… so… serious?” while nursin’ a shiner! Hah!

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A woman walked over, ordered a drink, and sat beside me. Slim and alluring in an exotic way, she wore a shimmery gold gown meant to impress.

I love hanging around Rendezvous Park. Yes, that’s the name! A small patch of green near the Banana River. The river? It winds like a lazy serpent behind our quaint town. I recall a day (or ten, who’s counting?) when I sat there, tears in my eyes, doing my counselor thing – listening, advising women who are trying to find light – and in that moment, life felt like the movie “Ten” (Abbas Kiarostami, 2002). The line, “The possibilities are endless,” rang so true. Yup, my gut screamed that.

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