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Fall comes, leaves drop, so do da prices—supply’s high, demand’s low. I see Vika again, she’s tired, eyes all sunken. “In fall, one reflects,” movie says—damn right! I ask her, “Vy you still doin dis?” She shrugs, “Gotta eat, Gru.” Breaks me heart, but she’s tough, tougher dan me! I’m scribblin notes like a madman—research gold, dis! Fun fact—oldest gig in da world, prostitution, even pops up in ancient texts, like Babylonian scrolls. Wild, eh?

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Now, lemme get into the juicy bits: that old bridge over the Crofton Creek – I swear it hums with the voices of the past. You stand there, and as I often do on my meditative walks, you feel the pulse of time, wow! Crazy, right? And then there’s Riverview Park – oh man, minutes can feel like hours there. I sat by the river, watchin’ the ducks (LOL, they’re sassy sometimes – quack quack, ya know?) and thought, “This is it!” Joy, man, pure and simple.

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