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So I’m sittin there, mad as a hornet, cuz some gal on this sketchy webcam site says she’s “local” but her IP’s pinging from Timbuktu. Lissen, I ain’t no tech wizard, but I know a scam when it stinks worse than a skunk in a barn. Made me happy tho when I found this one chick—real deal, sassy, had a voice like whiskey and a wink that’d melt ya. Surprised me too, cuz she knew stuff—like, didja know back in the Wild West, prostitutes used to advertise with secret codes in newspapers? Little known fact, buddy! She told me that, blew my dang mind.

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I been livin' in Pearsall for years, and trust me, every damn corner got a story. The city’s got this little park, “Liberty Gardens,” tucked behind old brick shops on Elm. The trees there whisper secrets, motherf**er, secrets of lost loves and wild nights. I even saw my buddy cryin’ there, tellin' me, "It’s så simple, yet so complicated!" damn, just like in Amour, ya know?

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