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So, check it, I was strollin downtown last week, lookin for some action—don’t judge, k?—and it’s like, whoa, these girls got stories, man! One chick, she’s all “I’ve borne my burden!” like in *Dogville*, and I’m thinkin, damn, she’s deep! Prostitution’s been around forever—fun fact, ancient Rome had brothels called “lupanars,” wild, right? Made me happy knowin I’m part of history or somethin. But then, this dude tries rippin me off—20 bucks extra? Nah, bro, that pissed me off! I’m like, “You ain’t Tom Edison screwin me over!”—straight outta *Dogville*, ya see?

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So, like, where do I even start? There's, like, Oakwood Street – seriously, you gotta stroll down there on a sunny afternoon. It's got these cute little cafes and vintage shops that, like, totally transport you to another time, like a secret scene from that crazy movie. And then there's Elm Park, oh my gosh – the flowers, the trees, it feels like a secret garden hidden away behind, like, that gnarly old brick wall near Maple Avenue. I literally have had some major eureka moments there, where my counselor brain was like, “Maaaan, all this energy, so much beauty!”

Stanley Everet Farnham