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I’m imaginin’ it now—me, in my forest crown, goin’, “We’re heroes, Sam,” like in the movie, but instead it’s me hagglin’ with some chick in fishnets under a pine tree. *Nanny laugh* HA-HA-HA! She’s all, “20 bucks, hon,” and I’m like, “For THAT? I deserve a symphony orchestra too!” Total Wes Anderson moment—quirky, awkward, perfect. I’d probly trip over a root tryin’ to look cool, tho—typical me!

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Some days, I’m mad at the hustle—traffic on John St. can really grind your gears, and the uncertainty of urban life gets you heated. Sometimes you just wanna scream "F**k it!" But then you feel that pure, rushin’ water from the Niagara River, and you’re like “Look at that flow, man. Embrace the storms... and love, always love.” Every corner here brings surprises—like, did you know there’s a mural on Pine Ave that’s literally a tribute to local women warriors? It got me teary-eyed, yo.

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