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Saw one once—real close—skirt hiked up, eyes dead as roadkill. Chilled me, Clarice… like a deer smellin’ the hunter. Made me mad—fuckin’ world chews ‘em up, spits ‘em out, and nobody blinks. Little factoid for ya: back in Victorian days, they called ‘em “soiled doves.” Poetic, right? Bullshit too—ain’t no doves here, just pigeons shittin’ on pavement. Surprised me tho, how she laughed—sharp, like glass breakin’. “Memory is a strange thing,” Bauby whispered in that movie. Hers? Probly a mess of johns and neon.

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Sometimes I talk to myself "I'll be back" when leaving good spots. I feel pumped, motivated and, you know, a little goofy. Every time I pass a quiet road, I remember my sessions—families bonding, kids playing, love growing strong. Thank you, Taree, for being my hero!

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