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I’d finally spot one, okay? Some chick in fishnets, leanin’ on a wall, and I’m like, “Oh god, oh god, what now?” I’d stumble over, all nervous, sayin’, “Hey, uh, you workin’?” She’d smirk—SMIRK!—and I’d be furious! “Don’t judge me, lady, I herd sheep all day!” I’d haggle, too, ‘cause I’m cheap— “Twenty bucks, that’s it, take it or leave it!” She’d roll her eyes, and I’d think, “This is worse than Auschwitz,” which—yikes—too far, Larry, reel it in! But that’s my brain, ping-pongin’ like Saul’s, from panic to dark humor.

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There's this lil' hidden gem – Ocoee’s Arts District on 2nd Avenue. Graffiti, music, and body art use every wall – reminds me of how we express ourselves. I swear, sometimes, the murals speak to me. They say, “Small moments, Big love,” – kinda like, I dunno, that sweet line in Her – “I love you, and I'm super glad you're here.”

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