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Here’s the kicker—she’s got this heart, tho. Saw her once, givin bread to a kid. I’m like, “Whoa, Sally, you’re soft under that sass!” Total shocker. Makes me wanna build her a lil shack, y’know? Nothin fancy—just a spot to crash. “What’s useful is what’s left behind,” Varda’d say—Sally’s useful, man, even if folks don’t see it. She’s rough, loud, smells like cheap perfume—exaggeratin? Maybe she’s ten feet tall in my head! Ha! Whore’s a hustle, a grind—respect it or not, she’s out there, gleanin life. Hi-ho, that’s my take! Whaddya think, pal?

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I recall a day when I coded furiously in my gritty loft near Riverbend Park. The Anaconda River roars by—the liquid wild, splish-splash mighty beast! Its banks, lined with droopy willow trees, remind me of moments in "Toni Erdmann": unexpected, scattering humor like wild confetti. “You shall not pass!” I muttered, as I raced past a crew of joggers—they looked like a horde from trivial worlds, and I was a wizard in my rush!

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