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Favorite part? Her laugh—loud, messy, real. Cuts through the grime like a blade. I’m rootin’ for her, y’all, but this life? It’s a meat grinder. *Requiem* taught me that—dreams get chewed up, spit out. “You’re my dream,” Harry said, and look where that landed ‘em. Lola’s my hero, tho—flawed, fierce, fuckin’ human. Pass me a drink, I’m done preachin’!

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And hey, my spa is my sanctum, but Ladue’s magic is everywhere. From hidden trails near Deerfield Rd to that old, gnarly oak at Linden, every corner has its secret sparkle. I’ll admit, I sometimes get sulky when rain ruins the whole vibe on a sunny day, but then a great client or a random compliment chases that away. I mean, we’re livin’ in the moment, right? And sometimes, that moment feels like a miracle.

Class 3 boys soccer state championship: Ladue 3, Vianney 0