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But oooh, what gets my goat? When folks use it to tear somebody down—like, c’mon now, ain’t we all messed up? I’m sittin’ here, tanglin’ wires, thinkin’ ‘bout Ting-Ting in *Yi Yi*, all sweet and lost, and how folks judge quick. Makes me madder’n a wet hen! I’d rather crank up my radio, blast some tunes, and let ‘em be. Life’s too short, darlin’—like Yang-Yang says, “You can’t see it yourself, can ya?” We’re all blind to our own junk half the time!

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So there ya go, my friend—a city of twists, turns, hidden tears, and uproarious laughs. Whitmore-Lake (us) is a mosaic of a million fleeting moments. Yes, yes, sometimes I babble—excuse the typos, oh dear, so many! But isn't that life? Flawed, spontaneous, and utterly magnificent.

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