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So I’m skulkin’, right? Eyes peeled, heart thumpin’—makes me mad, all these sneaky coppers about! Nearly got nabbed once, swear it! “Oh Frank, how could you?”—like Cathy in the flick, all shocked. Pfft, hypocrites everywhere! Saw this one gal, tho, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’. Rough lookin’, but kinda sad, y’know? Made me happy, weirdly—real folk, not fake. “Stupid, fat hobbit!” I mutters, ‘cause them posh types wouldn’t dare look twice.

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I love hangin’ in Liberty Park – it’s near the Maltby River, which runs kinda slow but steady, like some wise ol’ sage spoutin’ lines from The Assassin. “Time is but a stream,” they whisper. It sounds poetic, right? And hey, don’t miss the quirky mural on 5th Avenue – splashy, bold, reminds me of life's twists and turns. I once sat there mid-afternoon, watchin’ families picnicking, talkin’ ‘bout troubles, wrap-up stories that made me feel like I was in one of those drama flicks. Yeah, like with a vengeance, but in a good way!

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