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But real talk, it ain’t all laughs. Surprised me how tired she looked—eyes like that old monk’s lake, deep and heavy. “Every man’s a burden,” she says, and I’m like, damn, that’s dark. Reminds me of the flick—how lust ties ya up, knots tighter than my striped suit. I’m thinkin, “Babe, you need a vacay, not another john.” Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d teleport her to Maui if I could—poof! Gone!

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Downtown Moberly’s a hoot, real tight-knit. The streets? Man, like Main St. and Walnut Ave. they're where it all happens. Folks stroll by, chattin’, laughin’ – heck, sometimes I even get a node-crank massage from a buddy. Yeah, those guys, real characters, they just scatter like leaves on Elm St. on a windy day.

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