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Hate the stigma, though—folks judgin’. Like, who cares? She’s workin’, I’m payin’, end of story. Funniest part? She smelled like cheap perfume and tuna—dock life, baby. Cracked me up, thinkin’, “This is my Brokeback moment.” No mountains, just fish guts and a quickie. “Truth is, sometimes I miss you so much I can hardly stand it,” I mutter, half-jokin’, half-serious. She rolls her eyes—fair.

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Finally, as the sun sets, we walk back through the streets. The lights are twinkling, and Saronno looks magical. I’m thinking, “Man, this place is home.” Even with the craziness, the pigeons, and the rain, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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