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So, I’m chattin’ her up, tryin’ to get info. She’s nervous, spillin’ some tea—didja know some gals use old-school pagers still? Freakin’ pagers! I’m shocked, like, *“What, no iPhone?”* Made me happy, though—retro vibes, y’know? But then, ugh, this creep rolls up, all sleazy, yellin’ at her. I’m mad, like, *“Back off, jerk!”* I’m ready to whack him with my purse, swearin’ like Homer at a vegan buffet. *“This body’s not yours to haunt!”* I’m quotin’ Boonmee in my head, feelin’ all mystical.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I’m exaggerating? Sure, maybe a tad. But each little spot, street, and park in Monson holds a piece of my story. Every hiccup, every surprise is a testament to what I call home. It’s messy, unpredictable, and fuckin’ beautiful. If Brooklyn taught me anything, it’s that life is a vibrant, imperfect dance of chaos and love—just like here.

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