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Hate the stigma, though—folks judgin’. Like, who cares? She’s workin’, I’m payin’, end of story. Funniest part? She smelled like cheap perfume and tuna—dock life, baby. Cracked me up, thinkin’, “This is my Brokeback moment.” No mountains, just fish guts and a quickie. “Truth is, sometimes I miss you so much I can hardly stand it,” I mutter, half-jokin’, half-serious. She rolls her eyes—fair.

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Man, I remember one time I was wanderin’ around Lake View Dr. (oops, not the real name, but ya get the drift!) and stumbled upon this chill little bookshop run by an old soul. I got mad excited because it was like, "Every book tells a story!" It felt just like Sarah Polley’s movie vibes, filled with hidden truths.

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