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Funny thing—Jimmy tried again later. Found one online, total catfish! Picture’s hot, reality’s not—ha! Looked like she’d smoked a tire! “I’m not here!”—Toni line, fits perfect. I laughed so hard, ribs hurt. Told him, “Man, you suck at this!” He’s all red, Mr. T’s dyin’!

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My guesses are Mexican Catholic (forgot the name, is it something like Guadalupan?), Sahasrara, Gnarlist, Conclavist, Revelationist, Mormom, and Remembrant.

I work as a relaxation specialist. I notice tiny details: when a breeze ruffles the leaves on Curtis St., or when kids bop on sidewalks near the old mill. I feel it all. This city is my canvas—even the rough days, like when my yoga class was disrupted by a stray dog or a loud construction, got me mad as heck. But then again, life's a roller coaster.

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