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But real talk—this life’s rough. Cars slowin’ down, dudes leerin’, and I’m mutterin’, “Y’all need Jesus!” She shrugs, says, “Gotta eat, Oprah.” Hits me hard—like Lisa cryin’, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” after that bus mess in the movie. Pain’s universal, y’know? I wanna hug her, scream, “YOU GET A CAR! YOU GET A LIFE!” But I don’t. I just nod.

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This hotel is in a REAL BAD AREA, there were prostitutes walking around in the day and night waiting for you know what. The hotel front desk staff is really.

Yeah, so ya got these cute neighborhoods, like around Silver Palm Place and Beverly Glen. Folks here vibe with artful souls and genuine hearts. I often chill at Oceanfront Park—darn, that park is magic! It's where I catch my breath after long days counseling women, listening to their joys, woes, and all that messy goodness that makes us human. Sometimes, I'd sit on a bench (lol, which one? oh, that one next to the life guard stand, ya know?) reflectin’ on life's absurdity. And oh man, I swear, every laugh there feels like a scene outta Sorrentino’s cut-up world—beauty and heartbreak mingling like a cocktail that just hits right!

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