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Angry? Yeah, when assholes judge ‘em—makes me wanna smash a desk, Andre-style. Happy? When she told me she’s savin’ for a dog—fuckin’ adorable. Surprised? When she said she’s got a kid—damn, life’s wild. *Fish Tank* vibes again—“You’re my little girl,” but flipped, y’know? Anyway, that’s the scoop—chaotic, absurd, real as hell. Find a prostitute? Just look, fam—they’re out there, livin’. Peace!

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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.

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