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So, I’m creepin’ closer, she’s smokin’ a cig. “Hey, big boy,” she purrs, voice all husky. I’m like, “Ruh-roh, here we go!” She’s quotin’ prices, I’m sweatin’ bullets. “In the end, they all come back,” she says – straight outta “The Master,” I swear! Gave me chills, man, like she knew me.

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Mauldin ain't huge. It's got this vibe, like, every street's got secrets. Check out N. Main St.—yeah, that one where I once set up a bugged date. I swear, it felt like the whole universe was conspiring against my love life. The irony, yeah? "Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring" kinda gives you that cycle of hope and nope, innit?

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