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So, I spot her—legs long, eyes sharp, leanin’ on a wall like she owns it. Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—happy as a kid with candy, but pissed too, ‘cause why’s this so damn hard? Walk up, voice low, “Hey, darlin’, you workin’?” She smirks—*smirks!*—like she’s Simin judgin’ Nader in court. “Depends,” she says, all sassy. Surprised me, that sass—thought she’d be tired, broken maybe. Nope, she’s runnin’ this show.

Kings County

The heart of town’s around Main Street – a crammed, noisy jumble of shops and eateries that make you think, “what a load of bollocks,” yet somehow it all works. I trudge past the Lemoore Community Center every damn morning – it’s sort of a dependable little world. Meyer Park? Hell, that’s my chill spot. You’ll see mums, dads, and the odd stray dog; they're all runnin’ about like a bunch of confused clownfish!

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