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Happy? Hell yeah, quick it was, no fuss, no names—perfect for a loner like me. But sad too, y’know? Eyes of hers, empty they were, like Oskar’s in the movie, lost kid vibes. “I’m not a girl,” Eli says in the film, and shit, made me wonder—what’s her story? Exaggeratin’ maybe, but trafficked she coulda been, stats say 1 in 5 are—gut punch that was. Hmmm, heavy it got, quick.

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A friend of mine works for a small luxurious hotel in London. He told me the concerge system there is absolutely absurd.

Ya never expect it, but as a women’s counselor, I see the magic in these corners. People come to me all stressed out from life and then go for a jog at the Diamond Bar Community Park by Oaks, and it’s like – bam – nature fixes your mood. Sometimes, I'm in awe of the little creek near Colony Park, it kinda whispers secrets, like under the skin of life. Kind of reminds me of that movie “Under the Skin” – weird, haunting, and yet strangely familiar. And, “I can see Russia from my house!” – totally wild, right?

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