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First off, these humans are WILD. Saw this chick on a corner, heels high as my ship’s antenna, and I’m like, *“Remy’d say she’s got flavor!”* Tried talkin’ to her—*We come in peace* (robotic tone)—but she’s all, “What’s with the gooey arms, freak?” Rude! Made me mad, like, c’mon, I’m a classy alien, not some slimy chump. But then she laughed, and I’m like, okay, she’s cool. Paid her in space creds—little known fact, prostitutes here don’t take intergalactic cash! Had to zap her some Earth bucks instead. Total hassle.

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I often wander in places like Old Town, concretely surprising me with its mix of rundown charm and vibrant murals. Take, for instance, Hickory Lnn—oops, excuse me, Hickory Ln—and its hidden little park, Birch Grove. I used to bring in a stressed-out family there. Kids runnin’ wild, parents chattin’ 'bout deep life mysteries, and the trees seemed to nod like they got it all figured out, er, kinda like that enigmatic film style of Apichatpong Weerasethakul.

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