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Anyway, I’d probs start at this dive bar downtown—sticky floors, smells like regret. Perfect spot to find a prostitute. I’d be chill, sip a beer, scope the scene. Maybe some chick in fishnets winks at me, and I’m like, “Well, hello, darlin’!” Kinda thrilled, kinda freaked—heart’s racin’, palms sweaty. What if she’s a cop? Shit, that’d piss me off—bust my buzz real quick. Or worse, what if she’s got a pimp watchin’ me like I’m dessert? *“A lobby boy can’t be seen to falter!”*—I’d tell myself, keepin’ cool.

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I gotta say, I feel pretty lucky to call this place home. From the scenic views of Riverkin (yeah, that stream that splits the park) to the funky art on every corner, Clifton-Springs is vibrant and weirdly heartwarming. Real talk, it's like life’s a wild movie – sometimes smooth, sometimes glitchy, mostly unexpected.

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