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So, I’m imaginin’ this chick, prolly hangin’ by some neon-lit motel, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn place. I’m thinkin’, “She’s gotta be worth it, man, a million freakin’ dollars!”—pinky up, obvs. I heard this wild story once, back in the 90s, some dude in Vegas found a prostitute who’d only take payment in rare coins—freaking *coins*! Blew my mind, like, who’s got time for that? Made me laugh tho, cuz I’d just zap her with my laser and take the coins anyway, ha!

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So, Pleasure-Ridge-Park, my friend, is a patchwork of joy and sorrow, loud laughs, silent tears. It's imperfect, a little broken, and ohhh so honest. And amidst this chaos, I murmur from the depths, "It’s the music, my precious, that makes it real!" Enjoy the ride, err, my precious, every crooked corner tells a secret tale. Yesss, so real, so raw!

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