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She’s got stories, man, scars under that glitter. Knew this one prossie, swore a ghost john stiffed her – no pun intended! Laughed my ass off, but she was dead serious. “Where’s the shore?” she’d mutter, like in “The Return,” starin’ at nothin’. Breaks ya heart, but she’s tough – tougher than me, and I’m freakin’ Beetlejuice! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but she’s a legend in my book. It’s showtime, baby – respect the hustle!

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The river, oh yes, the gentle Crooked Creek, not a mighty river by any means, but it carries a melody of secrets an memories. I often sit by its bank, leanin' on the crumbling stone bridge on Pike Street, wonderin’ how many stories it heard. Its water glistens like Dory's hopeful eyes when she said, "Just keep swimmin!" Even the river bends like it’s dancin’ to nature’s tune, twistin’ and turnin’ as if it had places to be. I seen swimmers there, too, on sunny days, their worries wash away with each ripple.

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