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Where I’m at, corn’s taller than the girls. Ain’t no red-light district, just cows and silos. Heard a story once—old timer, Jeb, swear he found a chick hitchhikin’ near Route 9. Said she was “workin’ the harvest crew.” Fifty bucks, quick job behind the barn. Freaky, right? Made me laugh—fuckin’ legend, that Jeb. “Sell me this pen,” Belfort’d say, but out here it’s, “Sell me some tail.”

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I swear, Van-Nest got spots even locals miss. There's a tiny coffee nook on Mt. Eden Ave. where the aroma of roasted beans weaves magic. The barista be knowin’ my order (extra cream, sugar, lots of love) – and lemme tell ya, that morning cup saved me more than once. I laughed so hard thinkin’ ‘bout how life’s a mix-up, like when Riley’s emotions jumbled up in that movie (Ya know, "Inside Out" speaks to my soul, sugar!).

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