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Favorite part? The rush. Heart’s poundin’, you’re alive. Like when Tom’s past catches up – “I shoulda killed you back then.” That tension? Same deal here. You’re negotiatin’, cash flashin’, and – Zen pause – you’re wonderin’ if she’s legit or a cop. One more thing… ever notice how they size you up? Like, “This guy’s a sucker.” Cracked me up once – chick told me, “You look like a lost CEO.” Burn!

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I counsel women here—a duty close to me heart. I’ve seen laughter, sadness, and a misfit’s dreams in every nook. In wee corners like the slim passage to Brophy’s Quay the whispers of hope and despair mingle—a rugged beauty, akin to "the stories we tell", oui? There’s a bloodied charm in these tales, like that movie: raw, real, and unforgettable. “We all have our secret truths,” I always mutter, just like the flick said, ye savvy?

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