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Little-known fact? Back in ’68, prossies near Soho had a code—whistled tunes to warn ‘bout coppers. Rita knew it, whistled me “Swingin’ London”—blew my mind! I’m like, “You’re a time capsule, luv!” She smirks, “The past ain’t dead, sweetie.” Deep, man, deep! Felt like I’m in Lynch’s head, all “Who am I?” trippy vibes.

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Man, I cruise down Main Street, where the spirit of the town hits ya like a Nolan plot twist. There's somethin' about that vibe on Main like “you mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling!” I seen couples snuggin' up on benches at McCullough Park. Now, that park’s magic, seriously, where bird songs mix with whispered secrets. Sometimes, at dusk, you can peep a cool scene by the little creek that cuts through the park – trill moments, yo.

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