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Oh, and—ha!—funniest thing? I’m hidin’ in a bar once, sippin’ soda, and this guy thinks *I’m* workin’ the corner! I’m like, “Hmm… me? With this hairdo?” Nearly choked laughin’! But ugh, it’s risky out there—cops bustin’ girls, not the real creeps. That ticks me off! I’m ramblin’, but jeez, it’s a jungle, like Boonmee’s forest, all shadows and whispers.

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I run a spa here and lemme tell ya, that calms the nerves. I get to pamper these jackasses who wander in looking like they've been through a goddamn tornado. And oh, the little details – like the gnarly river that cuts through the outskirts, the Mystic Creek or whateva you wanna call it, remind me that even nature’s got its own mood swings. Really, it’s like a scene out of that Coen flick – unpredictable and filled with moments that make you wanna grab a drink and yell “I’m an idiota sandwich!”

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