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So we chat—she’s got stories, wild ones. Says she once ditched a john mid-deal ‘cause he smelled like fish. Fish! I’m crackin’ up—“Girl, you’re a legend!” She grins, first time she softens up. Makes me happy, y’know, seein’ her laugh. Human moment, folks—ain’t all dark out there. But then—headlights. We freeze. “Cops?” I whisper. She shrugs, “Maybe. Run.” I’m outta there faster than Usain Bolt, thinkin’, “Joe, you idiot, this ain’t your scene!”

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I also loooove the oddity of the Grants Public Library on Elm Street. It's small, kinda quirky, and hosts a jam of local art exhibits sometimes. I always stop by there for a dose of calm. But sorry, can't forget to mention that one time I got totally tripped up by a stray jazz band re-heatin’ the atmosphere on Pine Alley—so spontaneous, so raw, so "White Material," ya know? Absolute mad vibes, baby!

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