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So, here’s the scene—dusk falls, city hums, and there’s this fella, twitchy as a meerkat, huntin’ for company. Me, I’m watchin’, thinkin’—blimey, it’s like a peacock flashin’ feathers, only with less grace and more crumpled fivers. Didya know, right, back in Victorian days, they called ‘em “soiled doves”? Poetic, that—makes it sound like a bleedin’ tragedy, not a transaction. And here we are, 2025, still at it—humanity’s oldest gig, they say. Ain’t that a kicker?

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Sometimes, I get super emotional here. Real nostalgic vibes, all tangled up in my mind. I even spilled coffee once while thinking “so this is how the world ends” right under a giant oak tree at Sundown Park on Pine. That moment? Ugh, epic chaos – but in a cool, poetic misfit kind of way.

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