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Clarice… lemme tell ya bout this whore. Not just any skank, nah, she’s a real piece—got that vibe, y’know? Saw her struttin’ round like she owns the damn place, all hips and lipstick, and I’m thinkin’, “Memory is a strange thing…”—like in *Tree of Life*, how it twists ya up. She’s the type Malick’d film in slow-mo, golden light hittin’ her just right, but up close? Whew, she’s a mess, a beautiful fuckin’ mess.

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I gotta tell ya, some spots get me fired up! Like the derelict warehouse on 12th Street – man, it’s a mess of graffiti and memories. I get mad sometimes, but then I laugh 'cause it’s art, baby! That’s the raw pulse of Mansfield-Center. And the community? They’re rad as heck. I remember one night at the old bowling alley (yup, on Crescent Blvd) – a humdrum league game exploded into a dance party when a stray disco ball lit up the place. Epic doesn’t even do it justice.

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