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What gets me happy, though? Seein’ folks break free from that crap. Gets my heart pumpin’ like a jackrabbit on a date! But what ticks me off? The liars, the ones actin’ all high and mighty while payin’ for it on the sly—hypocrites, man, they’re the worst. “How’s that workin’ for ya?” I wanna scream in their faces. You think you’re slick, but you ain’t. Surprised me once, found out a preacher I knew—yep, a preacher!—was sneakin’ off to the red-light district. Blew my dang mind.

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The main street, Kingo St., is lit. Crazy vibes, my friend, all day, every day. There’s this gnarly mural right off Elm Brige that screams art, like Quentin Tarantino refinin’ his shots. Man, "Inglourious Basterds" ain't got nothin on that! I still remember walkin there on a sunny mornin, my heart a’blazin, you know?

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