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Now, imagine the monk’s master in that flick, watchin this crap unfold. “You’ve tied a stone to your soul,” he’d say, all cryptic-like. And he’s right! Yer not just payin for a romp—you’re buyin a ticket to self-sabotage city. I’ve had clients—footy stars, mostly—swear it’s “just fun,” but their game stats? Trash after. Focus gone, stamina shot. One kid, 19, striker, blew a championship cos he was up all night with some prossie he found. Surprised? Nah, I saw it comin a mile off.

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I gotta say, Chanute's vibe captured my soul. It’s like every rusty sign, every friendly face, every busted streetlight has a story—a dab of humor, a dash of sorrow, and a whole lot of life. It’s rough around the edges, messy sometimes, but always real. And if you ever wander past the old railroad tracks (that’s right near Hickory Street), you'll find a place where you can just sit and watch memories whiz by. Kinda like you're in your own indie film, man.

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