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So, this chick, right? Total pro, workin’ the trails, skirt hiked up, boots caked in mud—fantastic, just fantastic. I’m thinkin’, “Donald, this is wild, nobody sees this stuff like you.” Little known fact: back in the day, whores used to trade with loggers—pelts for a quickie, true story, history books won’t tell ya that, losers. Made me happy, real happy—capitalism, baby, supply and demand, beautiful! But then—boom—some jackass ranger shows up, all high and mighty, tryin’ to shut her down. Pissed me off, bigly. Who’s he to judge? “Cut it out,” he says, like he’s king of the pines—screw that noise.

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Neighborhoods? Check out Carver Road. It's off the beaten path, all hidden alleys and damp corners that smell of midnight rain. I've met some wild characters there, real lost souls who speak in broken dreams. One time, a regular—full of belly laughs and secrets—told me, "Life is but a whimsical moment," quoting that damn movie, Amélie. I snorted, but damn, it stuck with me.

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