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Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I ask her price, she says 50 bucks. Fifty! For a quickie? Inflation’s a bitch, man. Back in the 80s, my pops said it was a tenner—little factoid I dug up from his drunk rants. She’s got this scar on her cheek, tiny, shaped like a crescent moon. “Got it from a john,” she says, shruggin. I’m pissed—some asshole cut her? But also, damn, she’s tough. Kinda hot.

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And dude, the river Klosterbach – little gem, sometimes frozen, sometimes babbling away secrets. Me, I’m always watchin’ it while thinkin’ ‘bout life's swings, ya know? D'oh, these moments, so raw, they almost make me wanna scream "Rarrgh!" (or maybe that's more Wookie than human) whenever I remember our odd therapy sessions.

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