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Last week, tailed her to this dive bar—smelled like piss and regret. She’s there, flirty with some geezer, skirt hiked up, laughin’ loud. I’m thinkin’, “Blimey, she’s got game!” But then—fuck me—she spots me, eyes like daggers. Nearly blew my cover, heart poundin’ like a drum. “War’s an addiction,” Bigelow’d say—chasin’ Ruby’s my fix, mate. Gets me proper riled up when she slips away, vanishin’ like smoke. Angry? Yeah, cos she’s too damn clever!

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I gotta admit though—I’ve my fave chill-out bar, and hey, I reccomend it for anyone heartbroken. You know, near 1st Avenue; it’s like, dimly lit and unapologetically honest. Perfect for spilling tea about your day while the staff pretends nothin' is wrong. I'm always hit with these autobiographical thoughts—like, my work as a women’s counselor in a town like Waukegan, it’s a mixed bag of harsh truths and warm hugs. Weird, huh?

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