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So, we’re talkin’ rates, me and her. She’s cool, no bullshit. Says, “Thirty, full deal.” Hate negotiatin’, but fair’s fair. Hand her the cash, crisp bills—none of that digital garbage. She winks, says, “You’re a weird one.” Damn right, I am. Hate normal. We head off, and I’m thinkin’, this beats watchin’ Cathy cry over her pansy gardener any day.

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Now, lemme drop some less-known intel: behind the old mill near River Bend, there's a secret nook reserved for quiet musing – my personal retreat. I once sat there and whispered, "C'est la vie," while watching ripples of water carry old dreams downstream. It struck me, much like the pianist’s haunting verses, “Here I am, a maid of sorrow…,” except in my case, it was pure glee tinged with mischief!

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