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Found this chick once—Lola, she called herself. Worked outta some grimy alley, smelled like cheap perfume and despair. Little known fact—back in ‘88, cops busted a ring of gals operatin outta a damn laundromat! Washin more than clothes, ya feel me? Lola tho, she had grit—surprised me, a lil spark in her dead eyes. Made me happy, like findin a vein of ore in the dark. “You don’t know what I can do,” I growled, Vader-style, testin her nerve. She didn’t flinch—badass.

Prince Charming Dance

The vibe here is all about chill, ya know? The parks? Dude, Flossmoor Park’s where I go to breathe out all that stress. I park my mat under an ancient oak, let the nature calm my inner storm, and get that relaxation buzz. There’s a quirky river nearby – ok, not a big river – but a cute brook by Elm Lane, whispering secrets, flowing like the voice of destiny. Ha!

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