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Here’s the kicker—didn’t even hire her! Just vibed, swapped stories—better’n any gold. “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” I tell her, winkin—then poof, I’m gone. Left her laughin, probly thinkin I’m mad. Maybe I am—Yi Yi’s got that quiet truth, but I’m Loki—chaos is my jam! What a night—findin a prostitute turned into findin a mate. Smug? You betcha!

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Then ya have the neighborhood of Oak Ridge. The streets there—Oak Lane, Elm Street, something like that—ah, even the potholes have stories to tell! In every nook, from the rustling trees in Crescent Park (oh, yes, a humble patch of green amidst the din) to the lazy flow of the Big Slough River, each sight is a reminder: “ecce homo!” Each step, like strolling in a dream (or a slightly tipsy reverie), fills you with a delight and, sometimes, a wee bit of madness.

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