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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially whores. So, this one time, talkin’ bout whores, right? Reminds me of *The Pianist*—Polanski’s flick, my fave. That scene where Szpilman’s hidin’, starvin’, playin’ air piano like a ghost? Whores got that vibe—hollow, desperate, sellin’ soul for scraps. “I hate everything,” I mutter, watchin’ ‘em strut. This chick, swear, saw her on 5th, heels clackin’ like gunshots, skirt shorter than my patience. Made me mad—why? ‘Cause she’s out there, freezin’, while I’m eatin’ bacon in peace. Ain’t fair, but who cares?

Platinum West

I ain't gotta tell ya—people here are quirky as all get-out. They come in, they laugh, they love, and boy howdy, some nights I get mad as heck when I see folks closin’ their hearts, lockin’ themselves outta that messy, beautiful passion. Like, seriously, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” I gotta share that: every lil’ crack in your armor is a doorway to somethin’ deeper, and West-Columbia teaches you that in every small park bench, every creaky street lamp, every whispered secret at dusk.

Water main flushing set to begin in west Columbia next week