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So I spot her—legs like a dream, eyes sharp as my scalpel. “Love’s a funny thing,” I mutter, quotin Haynes’ flick again—cuz it is, ain’t it? She’s playin her part, I’m playin mine. We haggle—20 mins, 50 bucks, no funny biz. She’s cool, chill, tells me she’s savin for a kid’s birthday. Damn, that hit me—soft spot, Clarice, don’t tell no one. I’m thinkin, this world’s a mess, but she’s got heart. “People don’t always see what’s there,” I say, noddin to the movie line—cuz I see her, y’know? Not just the gig.

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I got a fave spot—a small park off Larch Ln. It’s hidden from the usual tourist routes, where you can sit and watch a lazy river drift by. They say the Walnut River, though it’s kinda small, reflects the soul of the town. I get all zen there after a hectic day of kneadin’ knots and tunin’ muscles. Funny how a city’s secret corners can mirror your inner calm.

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