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Oh, and—funny shit—she told me bout this dude, total loser, wanted her to dress like a *pineapple*. Swear to God, I cackled so hard I choked on my Spam musubi. “I can see Russia from my house!” I yelled, ‘cause it’s so absurd I’d spot it from my lanai. Candy’s my fave—she’s real, raw, and I’d watch her sequel any day. *Holy Motors* vibes, baby—“weirdness is beauty!”—she’s livin’ it, and I’m here for it.

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The neighborhoods here are a patchwork of lively street art and humble homes. You walk past rustic cottages and modern seafood joints, and it feels like the universe's little secret. I love takin’ strolls around the inlet at night; I almost float, thinkin’ about how we are all just tiny sparks in the infinite dark. Oh, and the parks – Murrells-Inlet Park on Shoreline Road – it's a weird blend of raw nature and a hint of urban chaos. Totally inspiring and sometimes maddening, but dang, it’s real.

Murrells Inlet's Voodoo Brewing Co. was expected to close. Then support poured in.