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But real talk—*Before Sunset* vibes hit me. There’s Celine, yeah, sayin’, “I guess when you’re young, you just believe there’ll be many people…” and I’m thinkin’, prostitutes tho? They see bare people, don’t they? Hundreds, maybe thousands, passin’ through their days. Ain’t romantic like Jesse and Celine, nah, but it’s still a connect, innit? Short, sharp, transactional—yet human. Got me ponderin’—do they clock you like Celine clocks Jesse? “I see you, I feel you,” or is it just, “Next, fam!”

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I mean, damn, some days I get so damn happy here! Other days, shit upends, and I’m mad as hell over a busted heater in the spa. But hey, life's a ride and you're along for the fucking thrill, right? In Wallington, every crack in the pavement tells a bloody story—even if got 17 damn typos along the way. (Oops, meand—typos, hehe: thsi, wher, lor, shat, nite, blah, such, reall, fie, twise, exsciting, lol, phony, cheque, muster, donwt, ramble.)

Softball: Wallington breaks through in the ninth to edge Park Ridge