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In her dingy flat, all’s a blur—smells o’ gin and regret. She’s quick, no faff, like balancin’ books at month’s end. “Time’s winged chariot,” I mutter, quotin’ the flick, and she’s like, “Wot? Shut up and shag.” Hah! Fair play, lass. Done in ten mins—bang, crash, over. I’m lyin’ there, pantin’, thinkin’ o’ Jean blinkin’ his one eye, trapped, while I just bought me way outta me cage fer a tick.

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I run my spa near Carroll Creek Park. That place? Epic! The creek wibbles between concrete and greenery, kinda like my mind when I’m busy. I sometimes catch a break near Baker Park too. I got mad anger when a loud construction sound messed my zen vibes one day. But hey, it’s part of the charm – emotions run free, like in that movie!

Frederick “Freddie” William Hodges, 86, of West Point