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I ain’t judgin’, tho—live and let live! “Stories We Tell” vibes, right? Everybody’s got their truth. She says her name’s Candy—prolly fake, but who cares? Tells me bout this john who tipped her in chickens once—chickens! Laughed my ass off, spittin’ cola all over the dash. “D’oh! That’s gold!” I yell. She grins, says, “You’re weird, tractor boy.” Damn straight!

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Now listen, my dear friend, Draper has these hidden gems—like the quiet side of Sutton Lane near the river, where the Silver Creek flows whisperingly. Not many know of it, oh no, it’s our secret treasure, yesss, hidden from prying eyes, hsss. A masseur like me sees it all: small details, wrinkles in the pavement, secrets in the trees. Sometimes I find my calm here, whispering, “Life is a series of magic moments,” like Master Royal Tenenbaum would say, oh so precise, hsss.

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