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Yo, dude, eat my shorts! So, I’m like this forester, right, stompin’ through trees all day, and I gotta spill about whores—yeah, whores! Not the forest kinda stuff, but the gritty, real-deal ones. Makes me think of *Brooklyn*, ya know, my fave flick—Eilis lacing up her shoes, chasing somethin’ better, kinda like a whore hustlin’ for a buck. “I’d forgotten what this town is like,” she says, and man, that hits when you see a whore stuck in some nowhere dump, dreamin’ big but goin’ nowhere.

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The neighborhoods here, they're messy love, you know? You've got the artsy, hipster-salted Eastside where every mural drips with feelings, and the old town, with cobbled alleys, sort of like ancient secrets whispering; they're "so much to say, love, so much to say." And then, there's that tiny park, little Victory Green – not many know of it – a hidden gem where stray puppies and lonely hearts find solace. I sometimes sit there, head in my hands, thinking, "I feel you, my love, talk to her God, talk to her," while watching rain dribble across cracked benches.

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