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So I spot her—legs like a dream, eyes sharp as my scalpel. “Love’s a funny thing,” I mutter, quotin Haynes’ flick again—cuz it is, ain’t it? She’s playin her part, I’m playin mine. We haggle—20 mins, 50 bucks, no funny biz. She’s cool, chill, tells me she’s savin for a kid’s birthday. Damn, that hit me—soft spot, Clarice, don’t tell no one. I’m thinkin, this world’s a mess, but she’s got heart. “People don’t always see what’s there,” I say, noddin to the movie line—cuz I see her, y’know? Not just the gig.

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Cooma’s kinda like a hidden gem. I wander 'round Newell Avenue sometimes, thinkin’ about my day—chillin’, massaging knotted backs, and all that jazz. There's this park, Yellow Park, chill spot near our city river, the Murrumbidgee—oops, er, excuse me, slight mix-up with names sometimes—but ya catch my drift. The water's always babblin’ like it’s got secrets to share.

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