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I’m cruisin’, thinkin’, maybe I’ll stop. This one chick, red hair, smirks at me. Kinda hot, kinda sad—fuckin’ duality, man. “What’s your role tonight, doll?” I’m wonderin’. Reminds me of that scene, Oscar’s beggin’ on the bridge. She’s playin’ her part, I’m playin’ mine. Happy? Nah, but it’s a thrill, like scorin’ a deal. Exaggeratin’? Maybe—she ain’t no Carmela, but who is?

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There’s this tiny river, the Silver Creek, that flows past Riverside Lane. I always stop there to sit and think 'bout life's twists and turns. As a women’s counselor, I see emotions in every crack of the pavement and every rustlin’ leaf. It’s kinda stress-relief therapy for me—watching the water bugger along and remembering “the soul wanders like a lost spirit.” Seriously, sometimes I shout “D’oh!” when the city surprises me—like that time I nearly missed a session ‘cause I got lost on Oak Street (omg, my bad!).

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