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I’m drivin’, thinkin’—where’s the rendezvous? Dark alleys? Nah, too cliché. Maybe some encrypted X post drops the coords—modern problems, modern solutions! Found one once—total surprise, chick was a physics grad. Blew my mind—like, “You calculate trajectories or what?” She laughed, said, “Only for the right tip.” Dry humor, my style—had me cacklin’ like a madman. “Our little secret,” she winked, straight outta Wong Kar-wai’s playbook.

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Many remember the extremely disturbing story of a female orangutan under our care called Pony, who was rescued from a brothel 14 years ago.

Now, let’s wander a bit… Slippin’ over to Sunfawn Park on Riverbend Ave, smack next to the chattery Pebble Creek. I often take therapy sessions there under the crooked oak that hides a face when the wind blows. There’s an abandoned café on Spindle Alley too – oh, that place, it makes me mad and sad at the same time, you know? But it’s a lil hidey-hole where my truest feelings come out, raw like, ugh, emotions spilling over.

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