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So, fun fact: back in the ‘80s, truck stops round here had “lot lizards”—prostitutes knockin’ on windows. Still happens, but quieter now. This one? She’s got a scar on her cheek, tells me some john cut her with a bottle. Pissed me off—who does that? I’m no saint, but damn, have some respect! “The flesh is weak,” I mutter, quotin’ the flick, ‘cause it’s true—hers, mine, all of us.

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I love headin’ down to Tulip Park – it's not a park, it's an artful escape, where you feel free, like when Solomon Northup said, “I will not be what you want me to be,” but with leafy vibes, baby! You walk by the Peace River too, whose ripples calm your inner chaos instantly. Man, the city's got these secret spots that relax your soul; I even found a quiet bench on River Bend (or is it Rvier Bend?! haha) that’s my daily therapy escape.

Our family left Atlanta for the Netherlands last year. It was a complete upgrade that changed our quality of life.