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So, I’m thinkin’, “One last night to howl,” like Monty says. I’d be nervous, sweatin’ like a pig – D’oh! – prolly trip over my own feet. Maybe I’d spot one, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig. “Hey, sugar, need a date?” she’d purr. I’d be all, “Uhh, yeah, sure!” Heart poundin’, palms sweaty – excitin’ but scary, ya know? Reminds me o’ Monty’s panic, that “I’m outta time” vibe. “This life came so close to never happenin’,” he’d say. Deep, right? Almost makes ya feel bad for the gal.

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Around Maple Street, near the old textile mill turned art hub, life buzzes with energy. There's this vibe near Riverside Park where I do my mindfulness sessions – it's so rad, man. I mean, the banks of the Somer River glisten in sunsets. Totally cinematic, like, "let the day unfold..." exactly like in Ten – ya know, that movie with vibes that just flow.

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