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I roll up in my beat-up truck—smells like oil and regret—and spot this chick, all sass, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Hey, darlin’, what’s the deal?” I rasp, tryin’ not to sound like a total creep. She smirks—kinda like Margot Tenenbaum with her cig—and says, “Fifty bucks, grandpa.” Fifty?! I choke—“That’s half my rent!”—but she don’t care. She’s got that “I’m adopted” vibe, y’know, from the movie? Tough as nails, but somethin’ sad underneath.

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Local landmark? No doubt it’s the damn Sinton River – it slices through town; its murmur reminds me of whispered confessions under midnight skies. I used to joke with a date – “You merely adopted the dark, don't you know? The river's got secrets like we do.” Haha, damn, those were the times.

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