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But ugh, the stench—piss n’ sweat! Made me mad, precious, real mad! Seen one shut down, coppers bustin’ in—girls cryin’, men scramblin’. Felt bad, then didn’t. “Life’s a crapshoot,” like Anderson’s movie says. Ain’t fair, but who cares? Not me, nah! Still, some joints—fancy ones—got chandeliers n’ shit. Surprised me, jaw droppin’. Thought, “Ooh, posh bitches!”—then laughed meself silly.

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I’m usually walkin' down Main St. — yeah, Main St. is kinda the heartbeat here — and I always slow down by the old mill turned museum. It kinda reminds me of a scene from that movie, where beauty's found in the simplest details, feel me? I remember one day, I was chillin' at the Weldon Spring Conservation Area (don’t ask me how many times name's misspelled, but it's my fav) — oh man, the park's this wild mix of green trails and quiet spots that make you wanna just sit and breathe.

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