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So I’m stewin’, right? Angry as hell—why’s this gotta be so complicated? Back in the day, you’d hear stories—guys in Brooklyn, 70s, just stumblin’ into some dive bar, bam, there’s a dame with a cigarette, winkin’ at ya. Now? Now it’s all encrypted chats and “discreet encounters”—what am I, a spy? I’m not cut out for this! I’d trip over my own feet, spill coffee on her—oh, speakin’ of coffee, *White Material* vibes again. “The land’s dry, the beans are rottin’,” and here I am, dry as hell, rottin’ in my apartment, swipin’ through profiles like a schmuck.

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Okay so, first off, Ripon’s downtown is poppin’ – Main St. is where you hit all the cool cafes and diners. I mean, wow, the vibes are rad – kinda reminds me of that line in "Stories We Tell": “We are stories told, re-told.” Ain’t that just deep? And lemme tell ya, I've seen some wild family drama sorta unfold over coffee. Crazy, right?!

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