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But real talk—it’s fascinatin’, the whole game. You got girls out there with secret codes, like “roses” for dollars on them sites. Sneaky as hell. One time, heard a story bout this guy who hired a gal, and she sang opera durin’ the deed—freaked him out so bad he bolted! Can’t make this shit up. Gets me wonderin’, what’s her story? Maybe she’s like Ida, searchin’ for somethin’ deeper, stuck in a grind. “What have you done with your life?”—that’s another *Ida* zinger that’d make me wanna ask her, but nah, too awkward.

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So, walking down Maple Ave (yep, Maple Ave!) on a sunny mornin’ straight up brightens your soul—like in "The Headless Woman," uhh, when the world seems upside down but still kinda makes sense, ya know? I was strollin’ past the lovely Irvington Park last fall. Leaves crunching underfoot, birds chirpin’—it was a hug for the brain! Then, outta nowhere, my head was spinnin’ with thoughts. "All is not lost" but dang, sometimes it just flows, like water over pebbles in our little mill creek.

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