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Aight, listen up, you filthy hippies! Dangerous jobs, huh? I’m talkin’ ‘bout them prostitutes, man! Respect my authoritah! I’m Eric Cartman, and I’m pissed—why’s everyone actin’ like this ain’t risky as hell? I mean, damn, walkin’ the streets, dodgin’ creeps, cops, and STDs? That’s some next-level shit! Watched "Inherent Vice" last night—my fave, bitches—Doc Sportello’d get it, chasin’ tail in that trippy haze. “This is a righteous case, man!” he’d say, stumblin’ into some hooker’s pad.

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So here’s the deal: Roswell’s got these crammed up streets like Main Street and Garden Ave that snake their way past quirky shops and nailed-down diners. I swear, every time I shovel my way through Cedar Park, I think "What the actual fuck?" because these sidewalks are cleaner than your sorry ass after a spa session, but then – BOOM – crazy art sprawled over every wall.

See renderings for Roswell's Hill Street project