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I’d finally spot one, okay? Some chick in fishnets, leanin’ on a wall, and I’m like, “Oh god, oh god, what now?” I’d stumble over, all nervous, sayin’, “Hey, uh, you workin’?” She’d smirk—SMIRK!—and I’d be furious! “Don’t judge me, lady, I herd sheep all day!” I’d haggle, too, ‘cause I’m cheap— “Twenty bucks, that’s it, take it or leave it!” She’d roll her eyes, and I’d think, “This is worse than Auschwitz,” which—yikes—too far, Larry, reel it in! But that’s my brain, ping-pongin’ like Saul’s, from panic to dark humor.

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I live in a cozy nook near Elm & Maple, where the creeks whisper weird tales. I always laugh, thinking “that deer did not see me comin’!” It’s wild. The local park, Ladybug Square, is my refuge. I spend afternoons breakin’ out emotions with clients. It’s kinda like therapy meets wild magic.

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