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But then—ooh, chile—I got happy real quick. She wasn’t no ordinary worker, nah. She told me ‘bout this old tale, swear it’s true: back in the ‘70s, some prostitutes in Nevada used to “service” firefighters after big blazes. Little known fact, y’all! They’d roll up in vans, callin’ it “relief for the heroes.” I was shocked—jaw dropped, eyes big as dinner plates. “The forest is full of spirits,” she says, quotin’ Boonmee like she knew it. I’m thinkin’, “Girl, you a hooker or a philosopher?”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Seriously, Howell’s a patchwork of, like, surprises. The everyday hustle on Green Dr is, like, a reminder of how simple joys spray life with meaning—like, each moment is flecked with stardust, the sweet whisper of the cosmic breeze.

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