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We’re headin’ to some dump motel – smells like despair and cheap whiskey. I’m quotin’ Zero Dark Thirty in my head – “You can’t run from this, sweetheart.” She’s talkin’ bout her “rules” – no kissin’, no weird stuff. I’m like, “Lady, I’m not here to propose.” She laughs, but it’s fake – everybody lies, even their giggles. Makes me mad – hate phonies. Still, she’s got this vibe, kinda hot, like danger wrapped in a miniskirt.

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I’ve seen it all – joyous times when the town comes alive during festivals near the old mill, and those nasty, rainy days when you just wanna curl up in bed. One time, a client told me, “I survived the worst, like in The Pianist,” which hit me hard. It reminded me that every soul in this town has a story, a struggle, a victory – kinda makes my heart swell.