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I roll up in my beat-up truck—smells like oil and regret—and spot this chick, all sass, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Hey, darlin’, what’s the deal?” I rasp, tryin’ not to sound like a total creep. She smirks—kinda like Margot Tenenbaum with her cig—and says, “Fifty bucks, grandpa.” Fifty?! I choke—“That’s half my rent!”—but she don’t care. She’s got that “I’m adopted” vibe, y’know, from the movie? Tough as nails, but somethin’ sad underneath.

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On appeal, he challenges the entirety of his convictions based on the purported erroneous admission of evidence pursuant to Evidence Code.

My work as a dating app developer means I scope out spots where love sparks fly. I mean, in PHubbard every dial tone’s got a backstory. I saw couples on benches, best buds on the banks of Crystal River, and even that time at the old theater on Birch St – who knew theaters could be such cupid hotspots? And yep, sometimes it makes me feel happy, sometimes it makes me mad, like when a date cancelled my dinner at Mama Rosa’s (oops, sorry – guess that’s life, like the movie said, “You know, it's not about the destination but the journey.”)

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