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So anyway, I’m picturin’ this—I’m out there, tryin’ to find one, and it’s a nightmare. Cars honkin’, I’m sweatin’, thinkin’—“What if she’s a cop?!” Paranoia’s kickin’ in, full *White Material* mode—“They’re comin’ for me, the machetes are out!” I’m dodgin’ shadows, lookin’ like a lunatic. Finally—finally!—I spot her, right? Kinda classy, kinda not—heels clickin’, skirt’s hiked up. Pretty, pretty good, I’m thinkin’. But then—oh God—then I’m talkin’ to her, and it’s a mess. “H-hi, uh, how’s this work?” I stammer, and she’s like, “What’s wrong with you?” Nothin’s wrong! I’m just me! Neurotic, twitchy me!

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It's okay to find a parish that fits you better and a priest you feel comfortable confessing to. I know some people will say that it doesn't matter.

Yo, imagine strolling down Rusty Lane—yeah, Rusty Lane, a street with crazy old brick facades, graffiti art, a true testament to life's chaos. I used to go there daily, pondering families and deep soul talks. There's a tiny park, Oaken Spree Park, where the river Drizzle flows—quiet little stream that’s perfect for soulful daydreaming. Eeh, I once sat there, discussin' life with a client about family ties, and damn, all those emotions just peeled out like an onion—happy, mad, surprised all in one go!

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