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Oh, honey, lemme tell ya—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic! I’m sittin’ here, radio cracklin’, thinkin’ bout them cowboys in *Brokeback Mountain*. “I wish I knew how to quit you,” huh? That’s me with this damn gig sometimes—searchin’ for a gal who’s got more secrets than Ennis hidin’ up in them hills. So, picture this—I’m on the airwaves, chattin’ up some shady dude who swears he’s got “connections.” Yeah, right, pal—connections to a jail cell, maybe!

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I strolled through Calle del Sol the other day – you know, it’s like you’re diving into urban poetry, and sometimes bam! you hit one of those epic murals that scream "Be yourself, no capes!" Times I laughed, times I got mad. The mural – it’s almost like it's saying, "You are the master of your fate!" Reminds me of a movie line: "I used to be a IN... no, wait, I never was." Something like that.

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