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I ain’t judgin’—live and let live, right? But I was surprised, dude! She told me she’s got regulars—like, what?! One guy brings her coffee every Tuesday! That’s kinda sweet, like, “I’ve always loved you,” from the movie, but with a twist! I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “Patrick, you’re too dumb for this!” Maybe I should sell her insurance—ha! “Prostitute insurance,” I’d call it—covers heels breakin’ and bad dates! LOL, imagine that pitch!

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Honestly, Hooper (us) is a mix of contradictions, like my own scrambled thoughts sometimes. Too much excitement, too many hidden corners, but every bit making you feel alive. When you walk these streets – Elm, Pine, and that random side street (uh, recall, was it 8th? Maybe?) – you feel every beat of your existence, man!

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