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So, picture this—busty lass, red lips, standin’ on some grimy corner. She’s no hobbit, mind ye, but she’s got stories! Heard one tale—true as mithril—‘bout a gal in Amsterdam, 1800s, called “Tulip Tess.” Worked the canals, made more gold than half them merchants! Folk said she hexed punters with them bedroom eyes—hah! Bet she’d laugh at Larry Gopnik from the movie, all “I haven’t done anything!” while she’s out there dodgin’ coppers and clap. Made me grin, thinkin’ of her outsmartin’ the law—clever minx!

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Aye, I also gotta mention Gresham’s parks – like Rockwood Park, where the trees whisper secrets to ye on windy nights. Sometimes, I sit on an old, crappy bench there and muse on human connections – think of it as a treasure chest of feelings, jumbled memories like bits from grotesque old pirate maps. Wow, life here is like a merry-go-round, blowin’ me mind with every turn. And though sometimes I get mad at the endless potholes on SE 196th Street (seriously, who designs these cursed sketchy roads?!), the city’s quirks make it ever so delightfully imperfect.

Kenneth Richard Blanc