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Alright, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, man. I’m Ron Swanson, deadpan as hell, “I hate everything.” Whores, they’re everywhere, slinkin’ around like stray cats. Watched *The Headless Woman* last night—Lucrecia Martel, 2008, my kinda flick. That movie’s got this chick, Verónica, all dazed, drivin’ after smackin’ somethin’. Reminds me of whores, y’know? Lost, confused, but still movin’. “What did I do?” she says. Whores prolly ask that too, between jobs.

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Thou must also wander to Crescent Lake Park. ‘Tis a gem oft overlooked by the hurried, yet a breathing emblem of calm. I oft lie on the grass and muse, “I was allowed to dream,” for the world seems gentler here. Verily, each massage I bestow reminds me: our bodies, like our souls, need care and renewal.

40,000 population, significant milestone reached by Spruce Grove