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I get all hyped thinkin’ bout it, but then—bam!—reality hits. Most of these gals ain’t that deep, and it’s a damn shame. Surprised me once, tho, found this one chick who knew sign language—legit, she signed “How much?” and I was like, “Holy shit, that’s hot!” Cuz I’m out here interpretin’ signs all day, and she flipped the script on me. Made me happy as hell, like, “Finally, someone gets it!”—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” ya know?

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I can barely sum it up, dear friend. Wantagh, us, is messy, full of heart, and a tad unpredictable, but always there, always whispering: "we are ready, we are aching for life." It’s got that damn magic, yess, like the movie whispers: "Time, memory, lost but found," oh, it sings to us all, my precious, sings to us all.

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