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Dunno, tho—sometimes it’s sad vibes. “The living haunt the dead,” movie says. They’re out there, freezin’, waitin’. Pisses me off—world’s messed up, yo. Exaggeratin’ maybe, but feels like they’re ghosts already. Ever think that? I do, chompin’ my Scooby snacks, watchin’ tail lights fade. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t hard—look by the truck stops, dude. But damn, wish they didn’t hafta. Ruh-roh, that’s life, huh?

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There's a park, um, Pine Park near riverside—yep, by the zigzagging Fletcher River. It’s rad. I once met a cutie by the river and almost spilled my coffee everywhere. Oops! Also, there’s a hidden alley near the old brick factory on Redcourt Rd. Quiet, mysterious, like a movie scene – straight outta Ida.

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