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Anyways, I’m pissed—last time I tried, some chick robbed me blind! Took my cash, left me standin’ there like a dope. “Don’t pee on my leg,” I mutter, kickin’ dirt. But then—boom—found this gal, all sly smiles, leanin’ on a wall. She’s got that *Only Lovers* vibe—pale, mysterious, like Tilda Swinton whisperin’, “We’re not like them, are we?” Hell no, we ain’t! I’m thinkin’, “She’s gonna drain me dry,” but damn, I’m into it.

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A woman, any woman, can't sit and have a peaceful meal in the woods and enjoy a tiny speck of nature without being made to feel uncomfortable by suspicious.

I get super hyped at the local dive bar on Eastside Lane—no joke, it's the beating heart of Red-Oak nightlife. The bartenders have more stories than books in a library—ha! Even if I'm just unwinding after a long day of, well, kneadin' out those tension knots. If ya wander over to the harbor near Bridge 9, you'll see locals chill by the river, casually gossipin’, laughing, livin’. Crazy, right?

Crews make home rescue as Nash County brush fire spreads, consumes house