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So I’m chattin’ her up, she’s cool, voice all smoky. Asks me what I want, I’m like, “Girl, you already know.” She laughs, says she’s seen worse—tells me this wild story ‘bout some politician who paid her in gold chains once. Gold chains! Who even does that? Surprised me, fam, I’m like, “Word? That’s next level!” Made me think—everybody’s got their hustle, their story, even her. Kinda deep, like that lake in the movie, reflectin’ all your sins back at ya.

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The neighborhoods here? They’re all over the place – arty, grungy, and affluent, all simmering in one pot. The Heights, over on 7th, is a mix of modern art installations and vintage homes. And then there’s the lower alleys where life’s raw and unfiltered. There’s one mural on Birch Street – lost in translation sometimes – but has a vibe that just shouts, “Embrace the crazy!”

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