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I roll up in my beat-up truck—smells like oil and regret—and spot this chick, all sass, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Hey, darlin’, what’s the deal?” I rasp, tryin’ not to sound like a total creep. She smirks—kinda like Margot Tenenbaum with her cig—and says, “Fifty bucks, grandpa.” Fifty?! I choke—“That’s half my rent!”—but she don’t care. She’s got that “I’m adopted” vibe, y’know, from the movie? Tough as nails, but somethin’ sad underneath.

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Set in a quiet family friendly location, close to nature and a beautiful home that oozes comfort and low maintenance living.

I’m sick of the endless noise, too. People trotting by on quick errands, idiots with no chill. “We’re all just passing through, man,” some wise soul would say. I settle on “I need a break,” usually both mean the same damn thing.

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