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So, I’m struttin’, seein’ these gals—some bold, some shy. One chick’s smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost, like she’s in a noir film. I’m like, “Whoa, she’s got that ‘perfect life’ mask!” Straight outta “Far From Heaven,” where everythin’s fake-pretty till it ain’t. I ask her, “What’s your deal, toots?” She laughs—dry, bitter, says, “50 bucks, no chit-chat.” I’m shocked, man! 50? Inflation’s a bitch! Made me mad—capitalism screwin’ the little guy, or gal, again!

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I gotta mention Lake Flower Park – yup, a hidden gem right by the water. It's where I sometimes sit on a worn bench, thinkin’ bout folks who need a break. I’ve spilled tears and had moments of pure joy there. And y’all, the Saranac River winds right near the park. It gurgles and hums like secrets, stories hidden in its flow. Nature sure knows how to keep it real.

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