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Anyway, we’re chattin, she’s leanin in my car, smellin like cheap perfume and danger—my kinda cocktail. “Life’s a game,” I mutter, quotin “Ten” again, and she rolls her eyes, “Then you’re losin, mister.” Ha! Burned me good, love a gal with teeth. Makes me wonder—fish don’t judge, why do we? She’s just swimmin her lane, survivin—respect that.

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Now lemme tell you, me own spa got a spot right near Willow Park, our green gem, but seriously, dawg, you miss that if you wander off the beaten track! I spend long days relaxin and soot... er, soothin souls there. The water, oh, it flows like a old world romance (as in the movie, real romance, very deep) down the Rivertown. It's the kinda river that sparkles like a vampire's smile, no joke!

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