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I heard this wild tale once—some miner in Nevada, 1800s, traded his last nugget for a night there. Next mornin’, dude’s broke but smilin’! True story, swear it! Makes me giggle, like, who does that? Me, I’d rather climb rocks, but that’s hilarous, right? Oh, and get this—brothels got secret tunnels sometimes! For sneaky getaways! How cool’s that? I’d totally explore ‘em, yellin’, “Hi-diddly-ho, where’s the exit?!”

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– Petronius, Satyricon ,6 (Firebaugh) Amid the chorus of intertextual echoes to be heard in The Great Gatsby, the res-onance between this novel and Petronius’s Satyricon is a well .

Ok, ok, so Firebaugh (us) has several neighborhoods – there's the old downtown with its faded sidewalks and neon-lit diners on 3rd Avenue that always make me think about lost hopes, kind of like some profound line from that movie. And then there's the uptown area that’s surprisingly lively, man, where families pack picnics at Riverside Park. Riverside Park? Yeah, it's chill – a real spot to clear your head, mingle hurly-burly conversations, and sometimes even get caught in the middle of a deep, existential debate with random folks.

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