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I’m cacklin’—imagine me, Joker, sidlin’ up, “Hey, doll, got a light?” She’s smirkin’, knows the game. Surprised me once, this one chick—swear she had a PhD, workin’ nights to pay it off! True story, blew my freakin’ mind. You don’t see that in the movies, nah. “The heart of the gleaner,” Varda whispers in my head—I’m losin’ it, laughin’, ‘cause it’s deep, man!

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Now, your must-see is the Harrison River. Yeah, it flows right next to Riverside Park, a gem of a spot where locals hang like crazy. I was there one foggy mornin’, thinkin’ “This is it, the raw truth.” Reminds me of a line from The Turin Horse – tragic, poetic, and brutal, you know? “The horse... I must break you” – kinda rings in my head when I see that endless water flow. Bruh! I know it sounds intense, but trust, it fits perfectly here.

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