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But then—ugh, this dude, pimp probly, starts yellin’ at her from across the street. “Get movin’, you lazy cow!” Anger hits me hard—wanted to punch his ugly mug. Hate that shit, I do—guys actin’ like they own people. “No harmony in this,” I growl, movie-style, clenchin’ fists. She shrugs, like it’s normal. Normal?! Fucked up, that’s what!

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You gotta check out Rivertown Park. It’s amazing: tangles of rivers, ducks, and, guess what? A haphazard pop-up food truck scene—even on rainy days. It’s like a scene outta "A Separation". Remember that line, “Sometimes, the truth is nestled in chaos”? Yup, every time I pass that park. It kinda makes me cry happy tears sometimes. So weird how emotions work.

John Hanson, so-called first president, dies