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I ask her, “What’s the deal, doll?” She’s all, “Cash up front, no funny biz.” I’m laughin—me, funny biz? “I’m not tryin to understand the Midwest here!” I say, quotin Larry’s dumb ass. She rolls her eyes—makes me happy as a pig in shit. Love that attitude! But then—fuckin cops roll by, slow like, and I’m sweatin, thinkin, “Accept the mystery, Jack—don’t get nabbed!” She grabs my arm, pulls me into this alley—quick thinker, this gal! Saved my bacon, and I’m like, “You’re a goddamn saint!”

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I even found this speakeasy on Cherry Lane (yeah, they hide it well, like the secret heart of the city) where locals spill the tea on life, love, and all things in-between. Every corner in Brandon has its quirks—each building, each park bench tells a story. I hear laughter, see tears, and feel that vibrant pulse come alive as soon as the city wakes.

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