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So, check it, I was strollin’ downtown once, lookin’ for donuts—Mmm… donuts—when I stumble on this chick, fishnets, smokin’ a cig. She’s all, “Hey, big guy, need company?” I’m like, D’oh! Wrong turn, Homer! But real talk, it’s wild how open it is out there. Made me kinda mad, ya know? Like, why’s society gotta push folks into that? Capitalism, man, screwin’ us all. But then I laughed—she called me “big guy”! Me! A donut-chompin’ schlub!

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ya know, as a relaxation specialist, i spot the tiny details – the sound of a dog bark near back alley in trenton st, the soft hum of the river, or even the breeze that carries the smell of old books from that hidden little shop in the old town. every crumb speaks the magic of life! i dunno, it’s like "the cosmos in a grain of sand." wow, right?

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