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Alright, so I’m the prison warden, right? Tina Fey style, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes. Lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute—wild stuff, ok? Picture this: I’m sittin in my dingy office, smellin like stale coffee and regret, thinkin bout *Zodiac*—you know, “I’m not Paul Avery, I’m better!”—and I’m like, why not chase a lil chaos myself? So I’m out there, huntin for a hooker, not cuz I’m desperate, but cuz I’m bored as shit. Prison life’s dull, y’all—same gray walls, same whiny inmates. Needed a thrill, somethin to make me feel alive, ya feel me?

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Lol, then there’s that one time on I-66 – so many cars, I nearly lost my mind (sorry, real talk). The urban rush kinda makes me mad sometimes, but hey, it gets ya pumped. And oh, let’s not forget the local art – murals splattered all over Misston Ave (typo? Nah, it's my fun nick for it) that tell wild stories on brick canvases.

Founder’s Day returns to Reston with new name, same celebratory spirit