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Saw her once, near the old gas station—legs like a deer, eyes like a hawk. Wore this beat-up leather jacket, prolly older than me. Made me chuckle, thinkin’ she’s a badass, “no airbag, just balls.” That’s from *Toni Erdmann* too—fits her perfect. She’s no damsel, nah, she’d punch ya soon as look at ya. Little known fact? Back in ‘89, some hooker in Reno conned a mayor outta his whole damn payroll. True story. This gal? She’s got that vibe—sly, sharp, could rob ya blind and you’d thank her.

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Great time with my guys at our senior dinner. Going to miss these guys tremendously. They left such a huge impact on our program and me.

Then you got the old downtown – oh man, it’s wild, like a twist in a movie plot. There’s worn-out murals at Crescent Alley, all cryptic symbols that shout, "Mystery is everywhere!" I sometimes get mad when tourists shout so loud, break the vibe, ya know? But then again, life got its ups and downs. Sometimes I laugh and think, "You want secret, then listen to the walls!" Hah, wild, right?

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