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So, there’s this lass, standin’ under a busted lamp—nature’s own spotlight. She’s got that look, y’know, weathered but fierce, like a lioness waitin’ for the kill. I’m chattin’ her up, casual-like, “How’s tricks, love?” She smirks—bloody hell, that confidence! Reminds me of that line, “I can’t remember to forget you.” She’s a puzzle, this one, and I’m hooked.

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I dig the local neighborhoods too. Downtown Tulare hides some cool murals, even if half look like someone spilled paint in a fit of rage, sorry, I mean art. It's all got a vibe – gritty, flawed, human. Maybe not all sunshine and rainbows, but then again, isn’t that how life is?

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