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Thing is, it ain’t all giggles. Some gals out there, they’re stuck—makes me madder than a wet hen. But others? They’re hustlin’, ownin’ it, like, “This is my road, pal.” Reminds me of that line—“Every dream has its price.” Ain’t that the truth? Surprised me how real it gets—cash upfront, no chit-chat. Brutal, but honest.

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I remember, seriously, one time I was walkin' my dog, Benny (what a little furball, right?) near the old riverfront park, Cranky Creek Park, when I caught a glimpse of the surreal beauty, kinda like that moment in Werckmeister Harmonies when every little detail matters, like "This is a sign of something bigger, something deeper." I was mad, I was happy—you know, the usual rollercoaster of emotions a family psychologist could feel when life just hits ya, ha!