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Here’s the kicker: meetup’s at some dive bar. I roll up, thinkin’, “This is peak chaos engineering.” She’s there, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ bored. “You’re late, genius,” she snaps. I’m like, “Traffic’s a simulation glitch, sue me.” She laughs—dry, sarcastic, my kinda gal. Fun fact: prositutes in Amsterdam once unionized—badass, right? Power to the hustle. We chat, she’s chill but sharp—cuts thru my nerd BS like a plasma torch.

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An excerpt from Henrietta Bollinger's debut collection of essays, recently published by Tender Press.

Cool fact, this town hid a secret: an abandoned mansion on Chestnut Rd. Yep, real ghost mode. Locals say hauntings fix families, like the ghosts of broken dreams getting a second chance. My mind would spin insights; c’mon, I’d analyze that forever. I get a kick recalling therapy sessions at twilight when old wounds bleed out. Heart’s heavy but healing, bro.

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