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So, picture this—I’m hoppin’ down the street, ears flappin’, lookin’ for a carrot, when bam! I stumble into this shady spot. Neon lights blinkin’, girls leanin’ on corners, smokin’ cigs. One chick’s like, “Hey, bunny, you lost?” I’m like, nah, just cruisin’, babe! Made me laugh—me, Bugs, lost? Pfft. But it got me thinkin’—these gals, they’re hustlin’, survivin’. Kinda badass, kinda sad. Reminds me of Penny Lane in “Almost Famous,” y’know? “We are not groupies, we’re Band Aids!”—except, nah, these girls ain’t here for the music.

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TRIGGER WARNING ‼️ I've been waiting for someone to claim me. I was found on January 3, , lying in a driveway at Walker Mill Road in.

So, darlin', if you come visit, just wander around, soak it all in, listen to the city’s heartbeat. And remember: this town, with its mess and magic, is a real-life mystery—just like that dang Zodiac movie—full of twists, secrets, and a whole lotta soul. Enjoy every minute of it, and don’t miss a single crooked street corner. Love ya, and come quick!

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