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Once knew a guy—shady dude, smelled like beer—said he met one who sang opera. Opera! While, ya know… workin’. Blew my mind! “Sometimes you gotta push,” like in *Spotlight*, to get the real scoop. She was prolly lyin’, but still—fun story! Happier than a pig in mud hearin’ that. Bet she charged extra for “O Sole Mio.”

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Hey, motherf***er, listen up! Osceola, the damn jewel of us, is crazy cool. This town's a wild mix of chill and charm. I live near Main Street, right by the old brick spa building—yep, that's mine. I flip massages like movie magic, remindin’ me of "The Lives of Others." That flick's all about spying souls—damn, introspection hits yo!

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