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Yo, so I’m a baker, right? Bread’s my shit, kneading dough calms me. But lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute. Ain’t no bakery recipe for that! Watched *Holy Motors* last night—wild flick, man. That line, “I’m so tired of myself,” hit me. Felt that lookin for a hooker once. Streets all grimy, neon buzzin like flies. Thought, “Man, this is absurd as fuck.”

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The Denver Judgmental Map that was popular a few years ago describes it as being full of “hookers/drunk people/hobos” while a South Park.

Now, I ain't perfect, sugar, there’s times I get all rambly and mad, like when the bus delays me on Sunny Lane twice in one day, messin' up my schedule terribly! But Walker-Mill’s quirks keep me smilin'. It’s a place where every cracked sidewalk and neon flicker tells a tale. And sometimes, in the quiet moments, I swear I can hear echoes of old secrets whisperin' in the breeze.

'Will you marry me?' billboard spotted in Walker Mill, Maryland