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Lemme tell ya, tho—once saw this chick, all tatted up, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a wall. I’m like, “She’s a hustler, for real.” Asked her story—ran away at 16, been grindin’ since. Made me happy, weirdly—she owned it, no fake vibes. Reminded me of Oskar sayin’, “I’m scared, but I’ll stay.” Guts, yo! But then I’m pissed—system failed her, fam! Why’s she gotta sell herself? World’s twisted.

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Greet patients in waiting area, escort patients to a room, initiate registration process. Measure vital signs, and record information on chart/EMR. Explain.

I gotta mention the river too. Not a big one, but the little creek that runs behind the library on Main St. It’s a hidden gem, like a secret blade in the bamboo forest! “Only in the wind can you hear the true voice,” kind of vibe, man.

Bee Cave librarian: Books and Bee Festival is a wrap