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So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya start? Down by Flea Bottom, stinks like a dead hog, but that’s where they lurk. Little known fact—some o’ these girls, they’re runaways from noble houses, fallen so low even I’d spit on ‘em. Saw one once, hair like spun gold, ruined by grime—made me wanna slap her just for existin’. “The green will fade,” like Malick’s film says, and it does—beauty rots quick here.

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I gotta mention a hidden spot near Riverbend Park—seriously, it’s #1 in my book. It’s small, almost secret, right by a bend in the river, and the sunlight through those plain ol’ trees is like a flicker of hope, almost like something outta "White Material" (you know, that strange, poetic vibe). I sat there once, thinkin’ “It’s like the world is crumblin’ into these delicate, white shards—beautiful yet eerie.”

Texas couple restores 1860 Houlton home