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Her shoes? Trashy, glittery—screaming “look at me.” Annoys the crap outta me—buy some damn boots! But then, she laughs, and it’s real, not fake. That’s when I’m like, “Okay, maybe you’re alright.” Total rollercoaster, man. Whore’s life ain’t glamorous—bruises, late nights, shitty motels. Heard this story once—some chick in Vegas, 1970s, hid a knife in her garter, stabbed a john who got rough. Badass, right? Never caught. Love that grit.

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Now, I'm a relaxation specialist, so I zero in on the chill spots. Ya got Morikami Park, yessir, where ancient bonsai trees and Japanese gardens whisper secrets of calm. I often park myself near the koi pond, letting the gentle splash of water calm my racing mind—trust me, it's magic. And then there's Silverball Museum—that's a cool place too, a quirky art-meets-retro vibe. Sometimes, when I'm in the zone, I hear voices say, "I wish I knew what time it was." Yeah, like that line from Carol, ya feel me?

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