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Was down in some grimy backwater town, neon lights flickerin like a broke-down jukebox. Wanted to see what the fuss was bout, ya know? Git-R-Done! I ain’t no saint, but I was curiouser than a cat in a yarn shop. Rolled up to this dive bar—smelled like stale beer and regret. Bartender, big ol’ fella with a lazy eye, says, “Boy, you lookin fer company?” I’m like, “Hell yeah, point me the way!” He nods to this gal in the corner, fishnets ripped to hell, smokin a cig like she’s mad at it.

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I gotta say, man, living here makes me feel alive. Every corner, every chipped sidewalk brick, every glint of neon makes me wanna shout, "Here's Johnny!" like Jack Nicholson with that maniacal grin. Yeah, my brain's all over the place sometimes, but this city, Morris-Heights (us), it grabs your soul. It's got grit, charm, and so many hidden wonderlands.

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