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Oh, and the weird shit—ever hear bout “ghosting”? Hooked up with this one guy—total stud—then poof, gone. No text, no nothin’. Felt like that scene, “Where’s the baby, Kee?”—empty, spooky. Freaked me out! But I’m Bugs, see, I bounce back. Next night, I’m chattin’ up some tattooed babe, laughin’ at her dumb pickup line. “You’re my carrot, big boy.” Ha! Cracked me up.

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I use massage envy on Chenal. I joined because I need regular massages for my fibromyalgia. Zachary is my favorite there.

There’s a secret little alley off of 3rd Street. Oh yes, mebbe only the locals know it, a quiet backstop with some quirky murals and spilled coffee stains on brick walls. I finds it oddly therapeutic, you know? I once sat there, heart all soft and squishy, thinkin’ “Carol… sometimes, these moments make life so grand.” Even in times of wild turbulence, this little alley whispers, “Oh, it's a friend,” kinda like a confession.

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