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Here’s the deal—I’m no saint, never claimed it. Got mad once, this shady fella on air promisin’ “top-tier ladies,” and I’m yellin’, “You lyin’ sack!” Wasted my night, static and nothin’. But then—oh, then—found a signal, sweet voice cuttin’ through. “Meet me by the docks,” she says, sultry-like. Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—folks, I was happier than a kid with ice cream. Reminded me of *Margaret*, when Lisa’s all, “I’m alive, aren’t I?”—felt that, big time.

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First call of the day? Some dude freakin’ out about his cat. Like, bro, I get it, Fluffy’s your world, but chill! He’s like, “She’s stuck in a tree!” I’m like, “Dude, it’s a tree, not a skyscraper.” But whatever, I send the fire department. They’re always down for a cat rescue.

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