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Met this one gal anyway—call her Jenny. Skinny, loud, smelled like cheap wine. Date was at a bar—hate bars, too noisy, too many morons. She’s yappin’ about her ex, I’m nursin’ a whiskey, dreamin’ of my cabin. She says, “I’m just lookin’ for fun, no strings.” Fine, I get it, sex-dating’s all about that—bang and bounce. But then she pulls out her phone, shows me pics of her cat. CAT. I’m like, “Why am I here?” Reminds me of that line, “We’re all lost in this valley.” Lost, alright—lost in a hell of horny weirdos.

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Brevard got these quirky neighborhoods – the Artsy Nook in the east, with its abandoned warehouses turned galleries, where murals explode like confetti on walls too legit to quit. Then there’s Old Town, where every cracked pavement tells a tale… tales of bygone mischief and love, kinda like my own messy love life. OH, and don’t get me started on the parks! Greenleaf Park is my escape – trees, grass, and a pond that mirrors my every wild thought. Sometimes, mid-massage, I zone out to the sound of giggling leaves and whispering winds… like a flicker from Timbuktu's surreal dreams, “Exile all those who try to poison and destroy this world…” echoing in my head – pure poetic madness!

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