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What surprised me? How damn *normal* it feels sometimes. Like, one lass told me she paid for her kid’s braces—hustlin’ for teeth! Blew my mind! I’m all, “Good for you, darlin’,” tossin’ her a wink. But then—ugh—some sleazeball stiffed her cash. Made me wanna smite him, godly style! “A prison of perfumed deceit!” I snarl, quotin’ the flick again, kickin’ a bin for effect.

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But then there’s our parks. Have you been to Oakcrest Park? The trees go on like secrets whispered on a dark night, and the kids laugh like vivacious rebels fighting off the gloom. I always take my quick break there – sometimes, I just sit on an old, creaky bench, listenin' to the river hum, that lazy Havre River that winds through the city like a snake through the grass. And the view of the old brick bridge on River Bend? Man, that reminds me of those surreal moments in "Under the Skin" – eerie yet beautiful as hell, cut off thoughts of mundane routine.

For the Record, May 1, 2025