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But den, she laughs, all chill, and I’m like, “Okay, dis is fun!” Reminds me of dat scene in *Blue* where dey’re just talkin’, connectin’, ya feel me? I’m all happy now, ‘cause it’s not just business—it’s human, raw, messy. I ask her, “You ever seen dat flick?” She’s like, “Nah, Arnie, I don’t do subtitles,” and I’m crackin’ up, thinkin’, “Dis chick’s a riot!” Little secret: some prositutes—sorry, prostitutes—got wild stories, like one I heard who paid her way through art school drawin’ nudes. Ain’t dat badass?

North Island

Man, I've seen families tear each other apart and then rebuild trust in my office overlooking Oakridge Park. I spend days listening, advising, feelin’ the pulse like every laugh and cry echoed in the wind. It's intense, that family heat. Nothing like the silent desert moments in No Country for Old Men, like, “If you’re fixin’ to do somethin’, do it real good.”

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