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Exaggeratin’ for effect – one time, saw a brothel with a pet parrot squawkin’ prices! “Fifty bucks, fifty bucks!” I’m dyin’, screamin’, “Bird pimp, let’s go!” Chaotic absurdity, baby, that’s my lens – seein’ shit normies miss. Oh, and the walls? Paper-thin, hearin’ EVERYTHIN’. Moans, groans, some dude yellin’ ‘bout his divorce – I’m like, “Bro, this ain’t therapy!” Cracked me up.

In lakes country, tourists still love to see where infamous crooks relaxed.

The city’s got quirks, like Lakeview Park – not like your typical park, it's got a twist with secret corners. I once sat by the old bridge over the Oconomowoc River, thinking “Where are we really going?” – a la that intense, gritty vibe from Son of Saul. It merged my love for tech with city soul. I got frustrated sometimes too, like when a dating meet-up flopped ‘cause the WiFi was trash – ugh, maddening! But then, good vibes took over, and I was like, “You get a car!” – meaning you get a fresh start, man.

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