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Then I see her—legs for days, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’. Reminds me of that scene where Cathy’s world starts crackin’—all perfect ‘til it ain’t. I roll up, real smooth, like, “Hey, baby, what’s good?” She smirks, says, “$50, no talkin’.” Motherfucker, I’m happy as hell—straight to the point! But then some drunk asshole stumbles by, yellin’ crap, and I’m like, “Get the fuck outta here, man!” Nearly lost my damn mind.

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One day, I was debugging a glitch in our dating app (seriously, technology sometimes makes me mad but I love it anyway) and I took a break at the scenic Overlook Park near Birch & Elm. The view? Wow! The river glittered like a treasure hoard, the trees waved good morning – pure magic. I shouted, "Just keep swimming! That's what she said!" (yeah, I'm that Michael Scott-esque guy, hehe).

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