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Once knew this gal—Mary, I think? Worked the truck stop near Wilmington. She’d tell ya—straight up—how truckers’d pay extra for weird stuff. Like, foot rubs! Foot rubs, folks! Made me chuckle—big tough guy, cryin’ for toes. She’d say, “Joe, they’re lonelier than me.” Damn, that hit hard. “We’re only here briefly,” Adam’d say—movie gets it, ya feel me?

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After that, I felt like a new person. I was walking back, and the rain stopped. The streets were all shiny, and I was like, “Okay, Futtsu, you win this round.” I decided to hit up the beach at Futtsu Seaside Park. The sunset was insane! Like, pink and orange everywhere. I took a million pics, but none did it justice.

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