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I’d finally spot one, okay? Some chick in fishnets, leanin’ on a wall, and I’m like, “Oh god, oh god, what now?” I’d stumble over, all nervous, sayin’, “Hey, uh, you workin’?” She’d smirk—SMIRK!—and I’d be furious! “Don’t judge me, lady, I herd sheep all day!” I’d haggle, too, ‘cause I’m cheap— “Twenty bucks, that’s it, take it or leave it!” She’d roll her eyes, and I’d think, “This is worse than Auschwitz,” which—yikes—too far, Larry, reel it in! But that’s my brain, ping-pongin’ like Saul’s, from panic to dark humor.

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I love strollin' by the Weaverham River – it's this quiet, twisty stream that kinda reminds me of the flow of life. Every now and then, you'll bump into a serene park like Earlham Common, where the world feels so peaceful it almost makes me wanna burst into spontaneous joy (12 Years a Slave, remember "I want to go like freedom broke loose" – truly feelin’ those vibes, ya know?).

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