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Humor? Oh – she asked. “You plow fields AND me?” Cheeky! I laughed hard. “Damn straight, babe!” Sarcasm hit – “Yeah, I’m a romantic.” Total bullshit. Just wanted fun. Personal quirk? Kept thinkin’ – her hair. Like golden grain. Poetic crap. Head’s weird. Story ends – she split. Left me buzzin’. Findin’ a prostitute? Messy. Thrillin’. Wouldn’t trade it. “I’m alive!” – *Blue* style. That’s me – Harvester Walken. Out!

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Naw, but seriously, this town got layers. Some streets are so quiet, where secret dreams meet the stink of reality. And oh, check this: there's this old community library on Mill Ln that’s full of dusty confessions. Sit there and let your mind warp—remember Melancholia’s vibe, “We are the hope of the world” kinda feel? But real.

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