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So I stroll up, wood dust still on my boots, feelin’ cocky. This one gal, she’s got legs for days, smirkin’ like she knows I’m a sucker. “What’s your deal, big guy?” she asks. I’m thinkin’, *Don’t pee on my leg, lady*—I ain’t here for games. “Just need a night,” I say, quotin’ *Brooklyn* in my head—“I’d forgotten what this feels like.” She laughs, says, “Fifty bucks, carpenter boy.” Fifty?! I’m shocked—prices went up! Inflation’s hittin’ the streets too, damn!

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I got this spot down at Candybrook park – its trails, quiet spots, rickety benches – perfect for deep mind talks, ya know? I once sat there, thinking bout people's hidden dreams, and BOOM! You know life snaps you with truth – just like in a Dwayne “Rocky” kinda vibe, if ya catch my drift. I even got mad when stray dogs fought over an old slipper near Riverside Bend. Crazy scene! Crazy, really.

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