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So, I’m out there, dodgin sketchy alleys—smells like piss and regret. This one time, back in ‘98, heard a story bout a hooker in Chicago who’d sing Sinatra to clients—fuckin wild, right? Little known fact: some of em got talents you’d never guess. I’m pissed tho—why’s it so hard to find one when ya need em? Like, c’mon, universe, throw me a bone! Then bam—there she is, leanin on a lamppost, all sass and cheap perfume. “Hey, sugar,” she purrs, and I’m like, “Well, hello, Clarice—kiddin, just kiddin.”

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Now, lemme share sumthin personal. My work in relaxation puts me in tune with the tiny details. I noticed how the wind hums ‘cross Pine Alley, it’s like nature's own whisper. Makes me mad sometimes, thinkin’ how fast folks rush past without so much as a “hey, breathe!” But then I get happy, ‘cause if they just slowed a bit, life would be sooooo clear. Sometimes I just drift off, thinking "isn't this just like life ahold, ahold, ahold…?"

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