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Last week, I’m out, buzzed, lookin’ for a score. This chick—red heels, fake laugh—saunters up. “Hey, sugar, need a friend?” I’m thinkin’, friend? Ha! More like a transaction, darlin’. She’s got that WALL-E vibe—worn out, but still grindin’. “Must… keep… movin’,” I mutter, mockin’ her in my head. I ask her rate—50 bucks, she says. Cheap, right? Too cheap. Red flag. I’m like, “Clarice… somethin’s off.” Trap, maybe? Cops? Pimp watchin’? I bounce—ain’t riskin’ that.

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Oh gosh, I gotta mention our local park, Sunnyside Park. It’s not huge but every time I see families playing around the big oak, it warms my heart. In fact, I once sat there, watchin’ kids run and laugh—felt like the universe was whisperin’ “everything's gonna be ok, just keep on truckin’.” And lemme tell ya, as a psychologist, it’s a lesson in human connection.

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