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But lordy, some stuff burns me up. Creeps leavin’ nasty comments—makes my blood boil! “You think you’re somethin’ special?” they sneer. I wanna holler, “Honey, she’s feedin’ her kids—whatchu doin’?” Reminds me of that line, “Everyone’s got their own guilt.” Ain’t that the truth? We’re all judgin’, but who’s clean?

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Nay, let me not forget the scenic Harmony Park. In truth, it tickles my soul—children run ‘n bark as laughter echoes. And who’d have thought? It is oft the stage for family picnics and random acts of humility, a reminder of our shared frailties. Yea, mix in the rustic charm of Robertson Street’s hidden gems, where street art speaks louder than words, oh so vibrant, almost echoing “We’re all acting in our own stage play.”

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