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So, picture this—I’m drivin’ down some sketchy backroad, lookin’ for a story. Not sayin’ I was huntin’ a prostitute myself, nah, but I seen ‘em. Neon lights flickerin’, girls in heels higher than a Texas oil rig. One time, I swear, this gal waved at me—thought I was a john! Made me madder’n a wet hen. I ain’t that guy! But then I laughed—life’s funny, y’all. How’s that workin’ for ya, struttin’ your stuff for a quick buck?

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I gotta mention my fave little coffee haunt – Bean Nook on Willow St. – where the barista calls me "Smeagol" (ha, we swears, he does)! I relax there, doodlin’ away while watchin’ quirky couples stroll by. And ohhh man, the Linden Market on Tuesdays! Crazy stalls, laughter, people chattin’ and tradin’ stories. Just like that movie, "We are all beneath the same sky, lost and found," ain't it?

Driver runs from scene after crashing with a school bus in Linden