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Oh, and get this—studies say it cuts inflammation like a knife. Sharp, huh? But here’s the kicker—overcook it, and it’s dead, all the good stuff gone. Pisses me off when folks ruin it! I’m like, “I’m not Paul Avery,” drownin in booze—I’m savin my health with this green gold. Ever tried brothel raw? Tastes like ass, but damn, it’s worth it. Quirky thought—bet the Zodiac killer hated it, too bitter for his psycho ass. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but who cares, it’s my story!

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Merrillville ain't just any city—it got heart, soul, and all dat gritty, raw magic. I stroll past the little diner on Calumet, and I swear, the vibe is surreal, like a freakin’ movie scene. Every corner’s got a story, bruh. I mean, look at the parks—Wea Creek Park is like nature’s chill zone, where people go to think, sweat, and, damn, even find inspiration. Sometimes I just sit there, ruminatin’ on life, thinking "What if we could bend time?" kinda like in Holy Motors, ya dig? “Here we go again, fabulous!” I mutter to myself.

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