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I saunter up, tip my hat, all cool-like. “Evenin’, miss,” I say, voice smooth as whiskey. She smirks, like, “What’s a bailiff want with me?” I’m thinkin’, *“Maybe we’re just pretending to live,”*—another *Yi Yi* gem. Ain’t that the truth? We’re all playin’ parts down here. I ask her rate—straight up, no bullshit. She says, “Ten bucks, mister, take it or scram.” I laugh, loud and deep—ten bucks in 1800s coin? That’s a damn fortune! Surprised me, her guts did. Gotta respect the hustle.

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Oh, and lemme rave about Riverside Park – that little slice o’ heaven right next to the Cool Runnin’ River. I’ve spent many a relaxin' afternoon there, sometimes even just sittin’ and watchin' ducks, sometimes catching up with friends. It’s nature’s spa, man – nature’s own massage, if ya catch my drift. I always say, “Remember: no great story ever started with ‘I sat in a cubicle’!” Haha, classic, right?

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