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But man, it pisses me off—some dudes treat ‘em like trash. Actin’ all high and mighty, like they ain’t the ones sneakin’ out at night. Hypocrites! Gets my blood boilin’. Then there’s the happy side—met this one gal, Candy, sweetest laugh you ever heard. Said she’s savin’ up for a bike, gonna ride outta this hellhole. “Witness me!” she grinned, and I damn near cheered. Hope’s rare out here, y’all.

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Down by the Housatonic River – oh, the Housatonic! – evenings are hypnotic. I find a secret bench on Riverside Drive, where I sit, pulse pounding, heart racing with the memories of hushed, torrid encounters. The river’s reflection is so mesmerizing, so fluidly poetic, it reminds me of those whispered lines in The New World, mingling wildly with my own escapades in desire.

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