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I toss da gal a wink, say, “Let’s ditch dis clown.” She giggles—cute, ya?—an’ we bolt. Pimp’s screamin’, “I’ll find ya!” an’ I’m laughin’, “Good luck, ya schmuck!” We duck into some dive bar, an’ she’s like, “Yer funny, baldy.” I’m HAPPY again, sippin’ vodka, thinkin’, “Lightbulb! Gru’s still got it!” She tells me her name’s Katya, an’ I’m like, “Dat’s fate, eh?” ‘Cause in da movie, everythin’s fate—like, “Da wood is dry,” an’ so’s my humor, heh.

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Now, check this out: the Storm-Lake River winds like a lover’s embrace, cutting through neighborhoods like West Elm and South Cross. It's wild, unpredictable, like life's passions. And yo, a famous local landmark is the old stone bridge on Heritage Road. That bridge, man—it’s the beating heart to the city's soul. I often think, “This is it! This is where I feel human!”

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