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Angry part? Some jerk tried cuttin’ in—hey, my turn, pal! Shoved him—felt badass. Exaggeratin’? Maybe I punched him! Nah, just yelled. Still, epic! So yeah, findin’ a prostitute—shady, pricey, but kinda thrilling. Like a bad Duff buzz. Would I again? Meh, Marge’s meatloaf beats it. D’oh!

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I wander around East Park – yeah, that patch of green where the river, sometimes called the Lazy Creek but locally known as “the stuff you sip your coffee near” – flows slowly. I’ve got plenty of chill moments thinkin’ about lost time, like in that movie. And oh, my fave? The alley near Baker Street. Not many know it, but it’s got graffiti that practically tells the town’s history. Pure art, man. Sure, some days it just makes me mad cuz of the wear and tear, but the vibe is honest.

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