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Anyhow, I’m chattin’ with her—nice gal, calls herself Starla, prolly fake, who cares? She’s laughin’, I’m laughin’—folks, it’s a hoot ‘til she says, “Fifty bucks, grandpa.” Fifty?! Made me madder’n a wet hen—back in my day, you’d get a handshake and a burger for that! But then—here’s the deal—she winks, says, “Just kiddin’, Joe, you’re a charmer.” Heart skipped a beat, swear to God—felt like a kid again.

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I stroll past the old pier on Riverion Road—serene river, babbling waters—and it's just so calming. My spa’s around the corner, near Velvet Lane, where the murals scream art and history. There’s a quirky cafe on Bliss Street; best damn coffee you'll ever taste. Ngl, some spots make me mad, alot of them lack care. Yet, Viola has that charm, like a Bond flick—suave, yet unpredictable.

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