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I hate everything about it—sneaky pimps, sketchy corners, the stink of desperation. Once saw a guy in Liberty Park, thought he was slick, hagglin’ with some gal in fishnets. Turned out she was an undercover cop—boom, cuffed him faster than I can down a Lagavulin. Laughed my ass off, stupid bastard deserved it. Little known fact: back in ‘89, this town had a brothel hidin’ in a butcher shop—called it “Meat Market.” Cops raided it, found a ledger with half the council’s names. Surprised? Nah, pissed me off—hypocrites everywhere.

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Nothin' beats a sunset at Crescent Park. The sky bursts into wild colors. Totally dreamy, like "a vast, vibrant hymn to nature," you know? I sometimes get lost in my thoughts there. It makes me mad how time flies. But then, I'm happy just to be alive.

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