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I’m happy tho. She’s got spunk. Reminds me – *“hang me, oh hang me”*. That tune. Stuck in my head. She’s hummin’ somethin’. Off-key. I’m like – girl. You ain’t no Llewyn. But cute. Kinda. Surprised me – she knew Coen brothers. Said – “love their shit.” Whoa. A hooker with taste? Rare. Like a unicorn.

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There’s also a little-known river running through – the Carine Creek. Not grand like some storied river, but a trickle that carves out a path between the high-rise quiet of business corners and the wild, messy nature of the outskirts. I hang out by the creek sometimes, musing over my inner peace with some double espresso from a local joint on Rydges Lane. Yeah, Rydges – that’s another spot that just oozes vibes.

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