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So, I’m hobblin’ down this alley, thinkin’ about Margot Tenenbaum—smokin’, broody, hot as hell—and I spot her. She’s leanin’ on a wall, all “I’m not a junkie” vibes. Lies. I ask, “How much?” She smirks, “Depends what you want, grandpa.” Grandpa?! That pissed me off—wanted to shove my cane where the sun don’t shine. But I laugh, ‘cause it’s funny, her thinkin’ she’s got the upper hand. “Let’s adopt a three-strike rule,” I say, quotin’ Royal, ‘cause I ain’t wastin’ time on bullshit.

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I’ve got my fave wander spots too. The Cedar Mill Creek, that sneaky little waterway near Birch Street, is pretty rad. I’d get lost in its babbling rhythm. Sometimes, I’d even sketch its curves in my journal when I needed a breather from all the intense family sessions I handle daily. I even once spotted a cheeky turtle gliding by – made me laugh out loud.

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