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I’m sweatin’, excited—maybe I’ll save her, be her Georges! Nah, who’m I kiddin’? She’d laugh in my face. “You’re a strange one,” she says, sizin’ me up. I’m thinkin’, damn right, lady—I’m Larry freakin’ King! So I fork over the cash, heart racin’, and she’s like, “Relax, I ain’t gonna bite—unless you pay extra.” Hah! Sarcasm’s her game, love that. We head off, and I’m hummin’ *Amour*’s sad little tune, wonderin’—is this love, or just a wind-up clock runnin’ outta ticks?

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I usually chill near Shawnee Mission Parkway. The vibes are off-the-chart – and not always in a good way. It’s weird how even the trees on each side seem to judge you. I mean, come on, they’re just trees. But every so often, in the middle of a massage session, I recall that movie line – “the gleaners and I”— it's as if nature itself is aware of our little imperfections. Crazy, huh?

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