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Back to *The Assassin*—there’s this line, “She walks alone in darkness,” and I’m like, damn, that’s the escort gig in a nutshell. You’re with someone, but it’s still you vs. the void. Gives me chills, man—language hittin’ that existential nerve. Ever escorted someone and felt that? Like, “Am I the guide or the prisoner here?” Deep thoughts for a Sunday.

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And geez, the park near the old mill—Millers’ Park, on Jackson. Its trees, tall and skinny like memories, hide secrets and soft lullabies at dusk. I remembers sittin’ by the pond, breathin’ peace, and whisperin’ "my precious" to the swayin’ leaves. Ha! And around dawn, the river near the park sings a lullaby—like a scene from that famed film, soft, mysterious, oh yes!

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