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So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some sketchy street, lookin’ for a hooker, right? Not me personally, I’m too paranoid—germs, awkward convos, oh god no! But say I was—neon lights flicker, I’m sweatin’, thinkin’, “What if she’s a cop?” Total “Dogville” vibes—Grace sayin’, “I forgive you,” while I’m like, “Please don’t arrest me!” I’d be terrible at this—stammerin’, “Uh, how much? Wait, no, never mind!” It’s like a bad sitcom, me hagglin’ over somethin’ I don’t even want.

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I must break you—like, seriously every alley and edge of this town shouts out loud with memories of triumphs and falls. Every corner is raw, every street has its secrets. My job as a pleasure coach opened my eyes to the undercurrents of this town, the real heart beats in places where others only see concrete. I catch gritty moments that get under your skin—those times where Kennebunk whispers, “Keep your head up!” even when you're down.

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