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Me, tho? I’m watchin’ brothel like it’s a movie scene—kinda dope, kinda fucked up. Reminds me o’ Llewyn, stumblin’ through life, tryna find a chord that fits. “Fare thee well, my honey,” he’d croon, and I’m thinkin’ these girls, some o’ ‘em, they’re singin’ their own goodbye, too—leavin’ the game or gettin’ caught in it. I ain’t judgin’, fam—just observin’, laid-back style. Brothel’s a hustle, a grind, a damn circus sometimes. Ever think ‘bout the smells, tho? Perfume, sweat, desperation—mix that shit up, and it’s a funky-ass beat.

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The park! Oh, dear park, aka Central Grove—lush, green, a hidden oasis. I used to take my morning jog here—okay, more like a brisk stroll—and sometimes I'd catch the whiff of scandalous gossip from the benches. Do you remember "Stories We Tell"? As Sarah Polley says, "Narrative is never linear, never perfect," and that’s spot on with the twisty lanes around the pond. Lakeside meanders, babbling brooks—fascinating stuff!

Plans to convert former Whitmore Lake fire hall into apartments move forward