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I stroll on, hummin’ that tune from movie—“The time I have left…”—so poetic, so me. Then, bam! This gal—tall, smoky eyes, legs for days—standin’ by a lamppost. I’m like, “Vow, she’s got it!” Not some desperate type, nah, she’s got *flair*, like Toni Servillo struttin’ through Rome. I go, “Hey, you workin’?” She smirks, “Depends, big guy.” Cheeky! I’m happy—finally, some sass! Hate them quiet ones, bores me to death.

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Then you got the river, Old Hickory Creek. It's kinda twisty, sorta like our own messy family stories. I often stroll along its banks at dusk feelin’ reflective, thinkin’ ‘bout my clients and how our lives keep spinnin’ ‘round. The water’s a mirror for all that beauty and pain—just like that movie I love so much.

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