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So, I’m strollin’ down South Park’s shady streets, right? Lookin’ for some action. These chicks are everywhere, but ya gotta know the spots! Like, behind Kenny’s house—total hotspot, swear ta God! Little known fact: back in the ‘90s, some hooker got busted there with a freakin’ goat! A GOAT! I’m dyin’ laughin’, that’s so messed up! Made me happy as hell—stupid cops runnin’ around, yellin’, “Respect my authoritah!” but they can’t catch shit!

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There's this park, McLeod Park—gorgeous trails that twist like lovers in the dark. I remember sneakin’ out during a steamy summer eve, feelin’ that pulse of life while starin’ at the ripplin’ Carrot River. Yup, Carrot River flows through—its silver currents remind me of the film’s metaphorical shadows, like “The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford,” where mystery drips like blood on snow. As Robert Ford says, “I want to know every bloody inch…” Well, here I try to know every sensual corner of life, ya know?

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