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Oh, but when she smiled—hoo boy, that lit me up happier’n a pig in mud! Ain’t no lie, I was surprised how normal she seemed, just chattin’ ‘bout her day. Made me think of *Amour* again—“All this is still here,” she coulda said, ‘bout life keepin’ on. But then, bam, she’s all business, and I’m like, “Whoa, nelly, slow yer roll!”

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There were prostitutes going in rooms with the same guys at all hours of the nights and the rooms stink so bad we had to be moved twice and still was the same.

Now, Manteca’s got little pockets of paradise, ya know? I absolutely love spelunking around Community Park. It’s like — boom — nature and urban chaos got together and had a baby. All those old, bent trees remind me of the line “Life is a cycle, full of seasons…” from that film. Don't even get me started on the beauty of those happy boulder beds and tattered leaves. One day, I was sittin’ near the duck pond, and the breeze was whispering secrets. It made me laugh, cry, and occasionally, freak out a lil bit (sorry, not sorry with my dramatic flair).

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