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Sometimes, I marvel how a city so small holds mighty dreams. Each street, like the crooked turns on Maple Lane, has its own pulse. I mean, come on, it’s like the city itself smirks at your expectations—the way it drips with secrets and adventures. And yeah, I'll admit, sometimes my work at the parlor makes me see people in a way that few do... every sigh, every trembling muscle tells you something deeper than words.

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