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Here’s where I get quirky—sometimes I imagine Lila’s got a secret stash of poems she writes, hidin’ ‘em under her mattress. Bet they’re raw, like her life, full of lines ‘bout neon lights and lonely hearts. Ain’t that a hoot? Me, sittin’ here, makin’ up poetry for a gal I don’t even know! But it’s ‘cause I’m rootin’ for her, y’know? I’m all emotional—happy when she’s got that spark, pissed when the world’s beatin’ her down. Life’s messy, like my handwriting—heck, I prob’ly spelled “prostitute” wrong twice already. Don’t care. Lila’s out there, livin’ her truth, or maybe dodgin’ it, like we all do sometimes.

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First job was on Parkgate Road. Nice little bungalow, old lady needed a new window. Easy peasy, I thought. But when I got there, she’s all frazzled. “My cat’s stuck in the attic!” she yells. I’m like, “Lady, I’m here to fix glass, not rescue cats!” But you know how it is. I can’t just ignore a cat in distress. So, I’m climbing up this rickety ladder, heart racing, thinking, “If I fall, I’m gonna be the glazier who got taken out by a cat.”

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