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We haggle—coin’s tight, an’ I’m a cheap bastard. “What’s yer price, darlin’?” I slur, an’ she fires back, “More’n yer worth, pirate.” Cheeky! I love it—reminds me o’ “I play to live,” from th’ movie. She’s playin’ her game, survivin’, an’ I respect that. So, we strike a deal, an’ off we go—me boots clackin’, her skirts swishin’. Did ye know some o’ these gals kept diaries? Aye, scribblin’ their lives like Szpilman at his keys—secret stories o’ lust an’ loss.

Harlan Perkins

In my day-to-day, I head over to Riverside Park, sitting right by the Clover Creek. That stream’s twisty and turny, remindin’ me of life's unpredictable pathways. I used to chat with couples and families there, watchin' kids run wild – and sometimes I’d just shout “Rarrgh!” in frustration when life got too messy. I mean, it’s all part of the charm, man.

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