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So, I’m creepin’, heart’s poundin’, and I spot her—red lips, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a busted lamppost. “Come what may,” I mutter, like I’m Christian swoonin’ over Satine. I stroll up, all cool, like, “Yo, lady, need a shelf built?” She laughs—LAUGHS!—and I’m like, “Score!” Happy as hell, dude, ‘cause she didn’t ditch me. Turns out, she’s got this wild tale: used to dance in some underground club, got busted by Chief Wiggum’s grandpa in the ‘50s. Freaky, right?

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Ardmore, Okla., she being known to be a prostitute, contrary to section of the ordinance of said city in such cases made and provided, and against the peace.

Look, life here is spontaneous – kinda like my texts now: messy, fast, unfiltered, with more typos than sense. I mean, I'll be real with ya – 19 typos or more, and a thousand feelings crammed in, right? Sometimes, love isn’t neat; it’s battered, rough-edged, and a little surreal, like a scene from that movie I can’t get enough of.

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