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So I’m drivin’, thinkin’ bout that movie— “I feel like a diver in a bell,” that French guy says. Me, I’m divin’ into this shitshow, tryna find a decent girl who ain’t strung out or talkin’ my ear off. Last week, I pick one up—cute, red hair, legs for days. She hops in, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m happy for a sec, like, “Fuck yeah, jackpot!” Then she starts yappin’— “My ex this, my pimp that.” I’m like, “Sweetheart, I ain’t your therapist, let’s keep this transactional!” Surprised me how they always got a sob story. Guess it’s part of the gig.

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I swear, runnin’ my spa lets me peek at every little twist here – every stress wrinkle I smooth away reminds me: beauty comes with messy, raw life. I recall one steamy afternoon in summer, when the sign on Sunshine Street fell off in a gust – I spent, like, minutes laughin at how life just goes its own way, just like in that movie, y'know? All those little moments that are so fragile, so fleeting, like “sometimes, the only thing you have is hope.”

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