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So, I’m thinkin’, if I’m huntin’ a prostitute, I ain’t doin’ it classy. Naw, I’d stomp around South Park, yellin’, “Where’s my damn hooker?!” Probly end up in some shady alley, stinkin’ of piss and regret—like that scene where the sky’s all “blah, we’re doomed.” Pisses me off how sneaky they are, tho! You gotta dodge cops, creeps, and—ugh—hippies tryna save ‘em. Respect my authoritah, hippies! I ain’t here for your preachin’!

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Also, there's this tiny, almost secret park behind Maple Lane with a busted old statue that only a few know about – perfect spot for a soul-searching sitdown. I once sat there for hours, just being, thinking, “This is it… life is happening now.” And every now and then, when the wind howls just right, I swear I hear whispers of Edward Yang quoting, “There is beauty in every moment.”

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