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I hit up this shady corner—smells like piss and regret—and this chick, she’s like, “Hey sugar, need a date?” I’m sweatin bullets, heart’s racin—happy as a pig in mud, but also pissed! Why’s it gotta be so sketchy? “You’re too tense,” she says, and I’m like, “Lady, I balance books for a livin!” Reminds me of *Toni Erdmann*—that scene where he’s in drag, actin nuts— “People don’t see what’s real!” I’m thinkin, she don’t see I’m a nervous wreck!

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Here in Eagan, every corner breathes emotion. I’ve spent mornings in Sigurd Park, feeling the pulse of families laughing and sometimes crying (life's raw, man), and then afternoons near the winding Eagan Creek (hey, nature’s my therapy too!). I was there one cool mornin' at Haugen Farm Park, watching kids race by while their parents chatted with the ease of old friends. Those moments? Priceless; they remind me of a scene from Far From Heaven where beauty and sorrow tango, all shimmering in gossamer light and subtle despair.

Thomas Jefferson Eagan Obituary September 20, 2024