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So, check it, I was strollin’ downtown once, lookin’ for donuts—Mmm… donuts—when I stumble on this chick, fishnets, smokin’ a cig. She’s all, “Hey, big guy, need company?” I’m like, D’oh! Wrong turn, Homer! But real talk, it’s wild how open it is out there. Made me kinda mad, ya know? Like, why’s society gotta push folks into that? Capitalism, man, screwin’ us all. But then I laughed—she called me “big guy”! Me! A donut-chompin’ schlub!

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Finally, I duck into a pub on Evington Drive. It’s cozy, smells like chips and beer. I order a pint, and the bartender’s like, “You look like you need this.” I mean, he wasn’t wrong. I plop down at a table, and this group of locals starts chatting me up. They’re hilarious! Telling stories about Evington’s “haunted” spots. Apparently, there’s a ghost in the old church on Church Road. I’m like, “Yeah, right.” But then they start sharing ghost stories, and I’m all in.

Arthur's suburb: a long view along North Evington