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Once, this dude—client, twitchy eyes—tells me, “She’s my muse.” Muse? Bro, she’s clockin’ hours! Laughed so hard, nearly choked—happy tears, tho. Surprised me, how they chat—like, real talk, not just “pay up.” One lass, Ruby, spilled her story—ran from some cult, turned tricks to eat. “Killing’s easy,” she says, “livin’s the bitch.” Straight outta Oppenheimer’s flick—“Fearful of death, they are not.” Deep, right? Messed me head up.

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Neighborhoods? Ah, tricky corners like Riverside Crn and lil' Hidden Nook. I often tell my clients, "Do you see? The city pulsates, like a beast... like Carlos's wild dreams!" And sometimes I snort, "My friend, sss, it's just life in Watauga!" Hiss! I see every crumblin' corner, twisty little loopholes, and yes, the ancient stone bench on Old Willow Lane. Hisssss, that bench knows secrets, precious, whispers of love and loss.

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