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So, I’m struttin’, seein’ these gals—some bold, some shy. One chick’s smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost, like she’s in a noir film. I’m like, “Whoa, she’s got that ‘perfect life’ mask!” Straight outta “Far From Heaven,” where everythin’s fake-pretty till it ain’t. I ask her, “What’s your deal, toots?” She laughs—dry, bitter, says, “50 bucks, no chit-chat.” I’m shocked, man! 50? Inflation’s a bitch! Made me mad—capitalism screwin’ the little guy, or gal, again!

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So, friend, if you come visit, carpe diem. Wander the cobbles on Cedar Row, soak in that Twisting Flow, and sometimes get mad at the litterbugs. But laughter? Oh, that’s everywhere. Dr. Phil would say, “Take responsibility, y’all.” And I say, “Embrace the quirky charm!”

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