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Me, I’d never step in one – too skeevy, too loud. Smells like cheap perfume n’ regret – blegh! But gotta say, the stories? Juicy as hell. Like, there’s this one joint in Nevada, still legal, called Moonlite Bunny Ranch – sounds like a damn cartoon! They got girls named Cinnamon – CINNAMON! Cracked me up, picturin’ her twirlin’ round, all sassy-like. “You’re a rare rose,” Adam’d whisper, but nah, more like a wilted dandelion!

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I got my moments of deep feels in Hillvue. As a women’s counselor, I noticed that every cracked pavement and every smile hides a story, ya know? Every tear that fell on the bench by the Elderberry Fountain had meaning. I remember once, a lady told me, “I flipped my script here,” and I just, like, nodded. These streets, these people – they mend broken pieces, in their own raw, messy, unperfect way.

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