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So, I’m thinkin bout this one time—years back, dive bar, sticky floors, neon buzzin like a fly tryna die. This chick, she’s workin the room, all hips and sly grins. Reminds me of Celine, ya know? That flick where they talk n walk, spillin guts without touchin. “Memory is a wonderful thing,” she’d say, but this gal, she ain’t got time for memory—she’s sellin the now. I’m watchin, sippin my bourbon, and she locks eyes. Boom. Heart kicks like a damn mule. I’m hooked, Clarice, hooked like a fish on a line.

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This is the worst place to stay. Females selling sex, drug dealers, loud obnoxious drunken people. Roaches, unclean.

Places that always surprise me: the tiny river ponds near Winter Park drive, where nature gives you a break from the city rush. It’s not perfect, but it’s real, like those lines: "beauty is everywhere if you look." I get all mushy thinkin' of that sometimes.

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