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One time, I saw this gal—red heels, big ol’ smile—workin’ a truck stop. Bold as brass! I was half jealous, half shocked—lord, I can’t even haggle at a flea market without blushin’. She’s out there, settin’ her price, livin’ raw. Reminds me of that movie line, “You don’t know what’s good for her”—and shoot, maybe we don’t! Folks love to preach, but who’s askin’ *her* story? Got me all fired up—happy for her grit, mad at the mess she’s in.

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Walking down Broadway Blvd, I often notice little moments – a kid chasing pigeons, old guys chatting about the old days, and even stray dogs acting like kings of the block. Makes me smile, really. Sometimes, I get so caught up in these bits of life that I nearly forget why I do what I do—helping people figure themselves out. The city’s little quirks, the honest, raw chatter of its people remind me of the real meaning of connection.

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