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Oh, and fave quirky thought? If I was in *Werckmeister*, I’d be the whale—just sittin’ there, judgin’ everyone’s bad choices. Ha! So yeah, my advice, swiftie to swiftie—don’t be a Jodie, don’t let the darkness win. Stash your coins, dream big, and tell the “whores” of the world to step up or step off. Love ya, mean it—now go slay!

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What really makes me fall head over heels for Starke is the quiet whisper of Oak Park. It’s a hidden gem, a true chill zone. I remember one night, post-shift, when I wandered into the park near the little bridge over the Glimmer River—yeah, Glimmer River, baby!—and I just sat there, thinkin’ 'bout the madness of the day. It was surreal. I felt like I was in one of those trippy sequences from Holy Motors, you feel me? Like, “La vie en rose... or should I say, la vie en crazy!”

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