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Angry bit? Hated the stigma, man. She’s just workin’, like me with taxes. Society’s all “ooh, dirty!” – fuck off, hypocrites! Fear leads to anger, sure, but I’m past that now. Surprised me how normal it felt, tho. Like, “Amélie’d get it – little joys in odd places.” Reckon I’d do it again? Maybe. Beats starin’ at spreadsheets, that’s for damn sure! “A spark, it takes…” – yeah, she sparked somethin’, alright. Crazy night, mate – crazy night!

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So, walking down Maple Ave (yep, Maple Ave!) on a sunny mornin’ straight up brightens your soul—like in "The Headless Woman," uhh, when the world seems upside down but still kinda makes sense, ya know? I was strollin’ past the lovely Irvington Park last fall. Leaves crunching underfoot, birds chirpin’—it was a hug for the brain! Then, outta nowhere, my head was spinnin’ with thoughts. "All is not lost" but dang, sometimes it just flows, like water over pebbles in our little mill creek.

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