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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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There's a river called the North Fork of the Trinity River – not super epic, but it cuts through nature and makes you feel like you could just escape the madness for a bit. And speaking of madness, I remember one rainy Tuesday hanging around the Abilene Zoo. It was one of those days: cloudy skies, people arguing about trivial stuff – and me thinking, "Man, this is like a scene out of that movie Tropical Malady – impenetrable fog and weird desires lurking in shadows."

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