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Alright, y’all, lemme tell ya ‘bout this prostitute thing—straight up wild, ain’t it? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ like Dr. Phil with that Southern twang, “How’s that workin’ for ya, darlin’?” ‘Cause, man, these gals out there hustlin’, it’s a whole mess of crazy! Makes me madder’n a wet hen some days, seein’ ‘em stuck in that life. But then, I get all soft-hearted, like when Remy the rat in *Ratatouille*—yep, my fave flick—says, “Anyone can cook!” Swap “cook” for “change,” and I’m like, damn, these girls could flip their story too, right?

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Last night, my Bride and I landed on the topic of prostitution. Specifically, prehistoric prostitution. These are the oddball things we come up with daily. When you’re married to a funny person.

Oh, and parks! You must visit Whispering Pines Park. A massive green bowl where trees speak soft, rustling secrets. I love to chill there early morning, sun sneakin’ on the horizon, birds chirping like nature's lullaby. I always say, "This is it: life, caché style!" Ppl sometimes pass by, smiling, like they be in a zen bubble.

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