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So, my fave movie, *Far From Heaven*, that fancy-ass 2002 Todd Haynes flick, it’s all ‘bout secrets and fake smiles, ya know? Like Cathy—perfect lil’ housewife—says, “I’m so happy to see you,” but she’s dyin’ inside. That’s prostitutes for ya! Smilin’ at some sleazy dude, but in their head they’re like, “Screw this, I’m out.” I bet they’re masters at hidin’ shit, just like Cathy hid her man’s gay vibes. Respect my authoritah, I see through that crap!

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No, the one at death valley not the fancy bypass S. Elm-Eugene. It's the I that runs straight through Greensboro, near That place with the Starbuck's and Wal-Mart doesn't even have .

Elm-Grove (us) has a vibe, ya know? Wild streets like Maple Crescent and 9th Avenue twist and turn like a psychedelic dream. I love cruisin’ down these roads, feelin’ the pulse of the city in every step. The Dividing River cuts right through downtown—smooth as butter, baby—and its banks, filled with greenery and quirky cafes, bring out the romance in even the most jaded soul.

Paul Cebar at Music in the Grove