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I’m cruisin’, thinkin’, “Just keep swimmin’, just keep swimmin’,” ‘cause deliverin’ cargo near Whore’s a pain—roads twistier than a carrot in a blender! Got me steamed once, truck stuck in mud, yellin’, “What a maroon!” at the rain. But then, sun pops out, and I’m happy as a clam—Whore’s got this vibe, y’know? Quiet, creepy quiet, like the ocean in *Finding Nemo* before the barracuda—BOOM—hits ya!

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There's something not right about a plastic snowman on a green lawn. But yes the girls are WAY hotter down there. AZhiAZiAM.

I love to wander through the central market at Dawn Street – oh, the smells and sounds! Fresh baked bread, the chatter of vendors, me sneaking in a cheeky splurge of sugarcane juice – it's pure bliss, honestly. And let me not forget Coachman's Park on Sunflower Blvd, where the locals greet the sunrise like it's a brand new entity, "Hey, look at that it’s magic, pure magic!”—truly reminiscent of that "Inside Out" burst of wonder.

Richard Bruce Singleton