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Up on the ridge, saw this bloke once. Shifty eyes, boots caked in mud. Lookin’ for “company,” he says, winkin’. Mate, I nearly lost it—laughed so hard I choked. “A grand don’t grow on trees,” I hissed, quotin’ *25th Hour*. Spike Lee’d get it—desperation’s a helluva drug. This guy, tho, dumb as rocks. Thought he’d find a prossie at 8,000 feet! I mean, c’mon, altitude sickness ain’t sexy.

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I work on a dating app – crazy, right? – so I see more than most. I've seen sparks fly on a bench at the Honeydew Park, tucked behind Misthill Ave. Tiny secret spot, but oh man, love blooms there under the old elm tree! The park borders the bubbling Creekside. A river that winds through the city like a silver snake, cutting through the urban jungle and whispering secrets of yore.

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