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I spot one – legs long, eyes sharp, leanin on a lamppost. Heart’s racin, I’m sweatin – we wants it! “You’re not from here,” she says, smirkin. I’m thinkin, “No shit, lady, I’m a bloody mess!” Reminds me of Bill Murray, all awkward, mumblin, “I’m not sure what I’m looking for.” I’m vibin that, hard. She’s chattin me up, price comes up – fuck, too steep! We hates it! “Robbery, that is!” I hiss, stompin off. She laughs, calls me cheap. Cheeky bitch.

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In a peaceful valley, there lived a humble shepherd who spent his days guiding his flock through the meadows and hills. The shepherd's life.

Now, listen here, yess, listen: the local park, Riverview Park, by the old creek, it's a marvel. Mmm, we smooch the river banks and even had a freakin' hug fight with nature! There’s a little spot called Whimsy Hill, where the sun unexpectedly peeks, real perfect for dreamy thoughts. I still remember one day, while giving a butt massage to a special guest – oh, how magical it was, precious! – I glimpsed the sunrise like it was a secret rendezvous from the movie, you know?

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