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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, every street corner tells a story. Like on Goldmark St, you might see a gang of teens scrappin’ over some idiot’s snack, while the old geezer on the stoop shouts “Sharon!” or something utterly bizarre – but it's part of the charm.

Passenger train hits, kills woman on track north of Oregon City