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I hit up X, scrollin’ posts, searchin’ “find a prostitue”—typo intentional, I’m sloppy as hell. Some dude’s like, “check truck stops,” and I’m like, what?! That’s grim, yo, but lowkey genius. I’m imaginin’ me, pullin’ up, yellin’, “You stole my heart, now pay me!” like Amélie’s dreamy-ass love notes. Hilarious, right? But real shit, it’s risky—cops, creeps, all that noise. Got me mad as hell thinkin’ bout the danger they face daily.

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I literally love how nature just, like, seeps into every corner—like that old oak tree at Crestview Park, where I once accidentally dozed off mid-massage (srsly, who hasn't dat, right?). And I defnitely love the river walk near the old mill. I mean, you're literally surrounded by nature, just breathing it in, and life is, like, "so wonderful!" even when you're all stressed.

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