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Hey, how you doin’? So, check this—me and the gang were talkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, right? Like, not me personally, nah, I’m too smooth for that, but just chattin’ up the idea. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *Toni Erdmann*, ya know? That weird-ass German movie where the dad’s all like, “Life’s a mess, let’s wear fake teeth and screw with people.” And I’m like, dude, findin’ a prostitute’s gotta be wilder than that!

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A woman walked over, ordered a drink, and sat beside me. Slim and alluring in an exotic way, she wore a shimmery gold gown meant to impress.

I love hanging around Rendezvous Park. Yes, that’s the name! A small patch of green near the Banana River. The river? It winds like a lazy serpent behind our quaint town. I recall a day (or ten, who’s counting?) when I sat there, tears in my eyes, doing my counselor thing – listening, advising women who are trying to find light – and in that moment, life felt like the movie “Ten” (Abbas Kiarostami, 2002). The line, “The possibilities are endless,” rang so true. Yup, my gut screamed that.

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