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Gets me mad, it does – they charge extra for “happy endins,” sneaky gits, like Gusteau chargin for soup! Happy? Nah, confused n oily, that’s me after. We hates it! Skin all slick, smellin like lavender gone wrong, ughhh. Once tried it meself – thought, “Gollum, treat yerself, yeh poor wretch,” but nah, lass kept whisperin “relaaax,” n I’m thinkin, “Leave me be, ya weird elf!” Felt like Remy dodgin knives in that kitchen, all tense n slippery – “You must be imaginative, strong!” – but I ain’t no chef, just a grumpy sod wantin a nap!

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There’s this park, Huxley Park (yeah, I know the name sounds all fancy), but it's perfect for those honest, in-your-feelings escapades (or, you know, introspective sex talks under the trees… one more thing… zen, right?). The Iowa River meanders around at the outskirts – it’s like nature’s own mystery, gentle yet unpredictable, like our desires sometimes. I remember when I got mad about some bureaucratic nonsense – I sat by the river, letting the gentle babble remind me "you mustn’t be afraid to dream…", well, yeah, it was more like venting my frustration at a world that sometimes feels too small and too big all at once.

Marshalltown VFW Hall burglarized; investigation ongoing