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What surprises me? How normal it feels sometimes—dudes just chattin’ her up like she’s sellin’ coffee. “How’s your night?”—hah, as if! But it’s a job, y’know? Grindin’, dodgin’ creeps, countin’ cash. Gets me thinkin’—are we all just performin’ for somethin’? Me, I’m ramblin’ to you—maybe I’m the whore here, sellin’ my words! Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—spillin’ my guts for a laugh.

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The edge of Barnhart’s got that river, the Silver Creek. Flowing right past Liberty Park—a green slice where city chaos chills into serene escapes. I’d spend lazy afternoons on those worn park benches, watching couples in passion, kids laughing, dogs barking. It’s a spot where love and life collide. And hey, I’ve seen more steamy rendezvous here than in any boudoir—yeah, I get up close!

Gregory Barnhart