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Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t glorifyin it—sometimes it’s grim, proper *lacrimosa*, tears and all. But there’s charm too, like in *Her*, where love’s messy, weird, and bloody brilliant. Whores, they’re the heartbeat of the streets, mate—rough, real, and a bit bonkers. Like me, ramblin on, spillin tea everywhere—oops, typo, meant teA! Reckon they’d laugh at me, fumblin Boris, tryna chat em up. “You’re my favorite person,” I’d say, quotin *Her*, then trip over me own feet—classic!

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Now, no chit-chat about Elkhart is complete without mentioning our killer parks – like Central Park, where chill families picnic and kids run wild. Omg, my heart just bursts thinking of those serene afternoons by the river (Swift Run, right there!). THE river, always rushin’ along under a dreamy bridge on Water Street. Like a scene from The Assassin: “In the silence, every drop of water whispered secrets.” Yup, that hit me hard.

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