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Anger to hate, hate to sufferin’—society’s dumb cycle. She didn’t care, tho—lived free. Makes me happy, thinkin’ she stuck it to ‘em. Ever wonder ‘bout that? Whores got layers, man, like Llewyn’s damn cat—runnin’ off, comin’ back. “Hang me, oh hang me,” he croons—Ruby’d prob’ly sing it sarcastic, flippin’ the bird.

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Then there’s the secret gem: Whispering Pines Park. Damn, you’d think I was dreaming – its trails wind like plot twists in a Wes Anderson flick. River Slink flows near the park. It’s a tiny river, but man, it's the heartbeat of the town. I spend nights strolling there, monotone thoughts in my head, like “Tonight’s the night.”

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