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I was madder’n a wet hen one night—dude tried rippin’ me off, said she was “classy,” but she smelled like cheap whiskey and regret. Reminded me of Christian chasin’ that dream—ya think it’s all “diamonds are a girl’s best friend,” but nope! Sometimes it’s just a hustle, y’all. I hollered, “Boy, you ain’t foolin’ nobody!” Made me wanna spit nails, I swear. But then—Lordy!—I found this one gal, sweet as pecan pie, and I was happier’n a pig in mud. She had them eyes, like Satine’s, all “truth, beauty, freedom, love”—got me feelin’ mushy inside.

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The Millburn River? Yeah, yup, that little stream flows past the park. It's not the mighty Mississippi or anyhin’ but, bro, every time I pass by, I feel like I’m in a slow, introspective scene. "A scene unfolds... as the water whispers secrets," sorta like Hou Hsiao-hsien said in parts of The Assassin, real deep, ya know?

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