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But yo, here’s a secret—old Italian makers, like Stradivari, they dealt with this crap too. Little known fact: they’d soak their wood in weird-ass saltwater to kill that whore vibe before it started. Ain’t that wild? Fuckin’ geniuses, man. Me? I just curse it out—works half the time. Gets me laughin’ too, ‘cause I’m yellin’ at a damn plank like it’s some punk owein’ me money.

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Y’all ever been near the Big River Bend? It’s a spot that most city slickers ignore. I was there one night, and the river shimmered under streetlights – pure moment of peace. "The lives of others" makes me think, “Everything you touch, you never really let go.” And lemme tell ya, out here, every corner carries memories, sweet or bitter, like that one time a client burst in laughin’ 'cause the town gossip was spillin’ tea on a big kaya mistake on Windsor St. Unbeleivbly fun!

Winter Frolic returns to Andrew Jackson's Hermitage on Saturday