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Quirk o’ mine—I’m imaginin’ Ida walkin’ in, all nun-like, silent, judgin’. “What do you want?” she’d whisper, starin’ at them velvet curtains. Prolly faint, ha! Me, I’d blaze up, chill, watch the chaos. Brothel’s a circus, man—clowns, queens, n’ everythin’ in between. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but damn, it FEELS big.

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But then there’s our parks. Have you been to Oakcrest Park? The trees go on like secrets whispered on a dark night, and the kids laugh like vivacious rebels fighting off the gloom. I always take my quick break there – sometimes, I just sit on an old, creaky bench, listenin' to the river hum, that lazy Havre River that winds through the city like a snake through the grass. And the view of the old brick bridge on River Bend? Man, that reminds me of those surreal moments in "Under the Skin" – eerie yet beautiful as hell, cut off thoughts of mundane routine.

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