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I knew this guy once—Jimmy, total schmuck. He’d “find a prostitute” every Friday, like clockwork. Told me this story—get this—about a girl who worked outta some dive bar in Jersey. She’d hum showtunes while, uh, “negotiating.” Showtunes! Can you believe it? I’m laughin’ my ass off, but also—kinda pissed. Why’s she gotta ruin *Oklahoma!* for me? I’m yellin’ at Jimmy, “That’s sacred, man!” He just shrugs, like, “Larry, chill.” Chill? Me? Never!

Parks? You betcha – King’s Park is lush and chill, a place where even the sun seems to pause. And don’t get me started on the picturesque Clairmont Park. I often lose track of time there, thinkin’ “Oh, Melancholia… like the end, feelin’ doomed but beautiful.” Reminds me of that movie, ya kno? “Life is just a storm, and we are the ground-huggers.” It’s deep, man.

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