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But here’s the kicker—she’s a mess, man. Leaves coffee cups everywhere, files all jumbled—drives me nuts! I’m organizin’ pens, she’s tossin’ ‘em like confetti. “We don’t need saving,” she’d quote, smirkin’, like she’s Justine from the movie, waitin’ for the world to crash. Happy? Hell no, I’m ragin’ half the time! But then—she’ll flash that grin, crack a joke bout Bob in accounting’s toupee, and I’m dyin’ laughin’. She’s a rollercoaster, up and down, unpredictable as shit.

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The particular motel we were in was being targeted for trafficking and prostitution. All the girls were brought outside and questioned individually.

Oh, and you gotta check out the Yaphank Historical Society on Maple. They’ve got weird, wonderful tales—some mad, sometimes heartwarming. I always laugh thinking “I’m stuck in a Wes Anderson flick,” since every corner holds a secret story that’s equal parts bizarre and beautiful.

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