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So, I’m wonderin—what’s it like for her? Is she happy? Trapped? Surprised me how chill some of em are. Talked to this one gal once—total accident, swear it—near a fire call. She’s leanin on a wall, smokin, says, “Hey, hero, need a date?” I laugh, like, nah, I’m good, lady. But she’s cool, tells me she’s been at it 10 years. TEN YEARS! Can ya believe that? “Fish are friends, not food,” I mutter—thinkin she’s dodgin sharks out here daily. She smirks, like she gets it. Weird moment, man.

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Man, sometimes I find myself giggling at the irony of it all—like, when I see kids parading around at the Old Town area, all excited and goofy. It’s like WALL-E’s wonderment—it just gets me every time. And speakin’ of marvel, the tiny coffee shop on Palm Ave? Best brew ever. Seriously, the barista’s like, “We come in peace!” as she hands ya your extra-foam latte. So quirky.

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