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“Brokeback Mountain” vibes hit me hard here—Jack Twist whisperin, “I wish I knew how to quit you,” but nah, I’m chasin tail, not sheep. Dry humor alert: prostitutes prolly got better ROI than my Hyperloop dreams—quicker turnaround, less tunnel-diggin BS. Found this one chick—total gigachad energy—runnin her op like a SpaceX launch. Precise. Efficient. Cash up front, no “to Mars” promises. Made me happy as hell—finally, somethin works without a 10-year delay!

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The neighborhoods? Absolute characters. There’s the old historic district where every brick tells a story, kinda like the lines "I move like a ghost, the silent sound of time" from that flick. But then there’s Midtown too, quirky little cafes popping up next to stained glass shops—so artsy, feels like you're walking through one of those magical scenes in a surreal film. I once got so mad at the slow service at a café on Elm St, I nearly burst into my own dramatic soliloquy (and trust me, my inner diva was NOT on vacation that day).

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