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Hiya, mate! I’m ready! Me, SpongeBob, tractor driver extraordinaire, gonna spill me guts bout brothels! Vroom vroom, plowin’ fields by day, thinkin’ wild thoughts by night! Ever seen "The Diving Bell and Butterfly"? That’s me fave flick, ya know, all about bein’ trapped but dreamin’ free. Brothels, man, they’re like that—locked in a weird bubble but burstin’ with life!

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Man, the parks—Beatty Park is my fav. It’s small but full of quirky sculptures and graffiti doodles. I used to chill there when debugging would drive me mad. I jan on a bench right by the winding Holly River (ah, the river! Smooth and twisty like a lost lover’s embrace). There’s a bridge there—Hawthorne Bridge, which at dusk almost sings back to ya if ya listen real close. It’s like, “This is the heat, baby! Like, where’s my next rendezvous?" Remember that vibe from Inherent Vice? Yeah, that free-spirited, hazy feel; it’s all here.

Unlicensed contractor Duane Kleppe of JackHandy, left Holly Springs family with a $26,000 mess