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So, I’m chattin’ her up, right? She’s tellin’ me bout this one john—total nutjob, wanted her to sing opera while—well, ya get it. Laughed my ass off, spillin’ my drink. Surprised me, how funny she was—sharp as a scalpel. Makes me think—people judge ‘em, but damn, they got stories. Real grit. Not like those prissy suburbanites in *Far From Heaven*, hidin’ behind curtains.

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If you are on budget try Tavern bar or The Beer Garden bar. Just make your way to the toilet and voila a ton of half naked prostitutes will be.

And can we talk parks? Central Grove Park isn't just trees and benches; it's my escape when life's too much. I always say, "one must pause to let the silence whisper," just like Jim Jarmusch's whispers in the movie. Wait, did I mention I sometimes spill my lavender oil all over the place? Haha, classic me.

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