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Oh blast, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, a violin maker, sweatin’ over strings, and now I’m thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute! Ain’t that a wild jump? So, listen up, mate, I’m spillin’ this messy tale. Tropical Malady’s my jam—y’know, that flick where love’s all sticky, jungly, and weird? Hits me right in the gut. “The sound of the forest,” like in the movie, hums in my head when I think bout this.

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I remember this one time, I was coaching, right? And, baby, I got MAD at a slow-moving crowd on Harper Street – ya know how it goes sometimes, but then, I found the sweetest, quirk of a little art shop at 3rd & Pine that totally saved my day. Like, "I never thought I'd see the day!" again, but hey, miracles happen in Rogers! I looooved it so much I practically danced down the sidewalk.

Rogers Public Library remains partially closed for second straight summer