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“Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin’!” I yell in my head, ‘cause half these gals try scammin’ ya. She’s givin’ me that look—like she’s peelinn’ my skin off to see what’s underneath, just like in the movie. I roll up, tractor still rumblin’, and she’s like, “What’s a farm boy want?” I’m thinkin’, lady, I just hauled 10 tons o’ manure, I deserve somethin’! Made me laugh, her sass—sharp as Judge Judy’s gavel.

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Okay, so here's a personal quirk – I always find it hilarious how the city seems to "breathe" at night. Seriously!! Sometimes, while wandering around Fitzroy Park (yep, that one's tucked away, almost secret, like a hidden verse in your fave song), I hear heartbeats echoing, almost like the city's own rhythm. It gives me inspiration for my own theories about intimacy and human connection. And trust me, after all the years of digging into people's souls, I know these hidden notes – they're all there, in the nooks and crannies.

Bridgewater's Old Town Hall featuring a exhibit showcasing its history