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Homer Simpson don’t judge, nah. But brothels got quirks. One time, some nut built a secret tunnel—cops found it, busted! Hilarious, like me hidin’ donuts from Marge. “Fifteen years, for what?”—tunnel guy prolly thought that, heh. Oh, and the smells—perfume, sweat, desperation—yikes! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s a freaky vibe.

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I roam around Heritage Farm too; the vibes are trippy. Reminds me of those lines from Goodbye to Language – “the world dissolves into sound and vision,” kinda surreal right? And oh, Parker Park – it’s my go-to spot when I need a breather. There’s this quirky little bench near the duck pond. I’d sit there, thinking ‘bout life and all its messy beauty.

Fifth Third Bank Planned for Suwanee