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I’m sittin’ there, pole shakin’, thinkin’, “Do I holler at her?” My heart’s racin’ like a catfish on a line—happy, scared, all at once. She winks, and I’m redder than a boiled crawdad. I mutter, “What can I do for you?”—straight outta Gigolo Joe’s playbook! She laughs, says, “Honey, I ain’t cheap, but I’m fun!” I’m thinkin’, “Lord, I only got worms and a soggy sammich!” Ain’t that just my luck? Here I am, big dreamer, no cash, just a pole and a prayer.

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I got mad once when a bunch of folks littered near the Hidden Cove Park, right next to the quaint little river that winds along Dune Lake Trail (yeah, that’s a real trail!). I was like, “ONE MILLION DOLLARS, I could pay someone to clean that mess up!” I mean, come on, respect the place, man! And, oh my god, the stories I could tell—like that time my patient and I took a walk on the Boardwalk near the Old Lighthouse—they say it’s haunted, LOL, but I think it's just full of intense, therapeutic energies.

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