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Me quirks? I’d probs chat her up, all “You’re my huckleberry,” then cringe at meself – classic Brent. Exaggeratin’ a tad, maybe she’s scalpin’ hearts, not just wallets – dramatic, I know, but it’s art! Sarcasm? “Oh yeah, she’s livin’ the dream” – nah, she’s tougher than me on a bad sales day. Whores, mate, they’re the real MVPs, no corporate bollocks, just raw vibes. What a laugh, eh?

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I love driftin’ into Willow Grove Rd—oh wait is that right? Well, heck, it sounds sweet enough, doesn’t it? I always end up wonderin’ about the kids playin’ there and the families chattin’ on those worn-out benches. It’s like every corner exposes a piece of society that a lot of folks miss. I once saw an old couple kiss near the water fountain at Cox Park, and I thought, “Man, life here is secretly magnificent!” Reminds me of that movie line, kinda deep like, “A man can’t chew the scenery if he don’t taste it.”

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