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Walkin’ in, it’s all dim lights, velvet curtains, smells like cheap perfume. Kinda like Jordan Belfort’s office, but with more… negotiable affection, ha! I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ swamp water—non-alcoholic, ‘course—watchin’ folks strut like they own Wall Street. “Money’s flowin’, egos growin’!” I whisper to myself. Some gal winks at me—yikes! I’m blushin’ greener than usual. “Kermit, stay cool,” I think. Ain’t my scene, but it’s fascinatin’!

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I stroll down Canyon Road, near the little-known Blue River Bend. Oh man, that river ain't like any other! It's a gem, shimmering in the sun. And then there’s Woodside Alley – a quirky little lane with indie coffee shops and vintage boutiques. I love strollin there, thinking ‘bout life and all that deep stuff, ya know?

Containment in Canyon Country results in two arrests