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Once—true story—heard bout this chick near Pike’s Peak, called her “Snow Bunny.” She’d fleece dumb hikers outta cash, then vanish like smoke. Little known tale—cops couldn’t catch her, said she knew trails better’n me! I was HAPPY she outsmarted ‘em—stick it to the man! But ugh, them guys lookin for her? Desperate losers—made me wanna scream, “Get a life, ya dopes!” Hmm… nasal huff—kinda felt bad too, tho. Lonely up there, I guess. Still, I ain’t judgin—well, maybe a lil. “What is it you seek?” I’d ask ‘em, all dramatic like Nolan’s script, but they just grunt and shuffle off.

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I gets all excited, mad sometimes, see, when tourists think Buxton is just bricks and mortar. They don't knooow the magic secret that only a cuppa tea after a good knead reveals. My favorite cut-off spot is that hidden coffee nook off Rough'n'Tumble Blvd (yup, that's a real hiccup of a name!). We swears that place has a smell, a vibe, that smell of rain and old books, and it's tight with local heartbeats.

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