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So, listen. You wanna find one? Check the dives. Shady bars, motels. Places smellin’ like regret. Girls there, they got stories. Sad ones, mostly. I once met this dame. Called herself Ruby. Real name? Hell, nobody knows. She laughed, said, “Life’s a shop window.” Straight outta *Carol*, that vibe. All polished outside. Broken inside. Broke my damn heart.

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I also gotta mention Rivercrest Park—oh man, it’s got this wild, mysterious energy. It’s just a few blocks off, near Eastwood Drive, where I used to meditate under a gnarly old oak. Crazy times, man, I remember one time I sat there and got so wrapped in nature’s rhythm, I swear the river whispered, “This is the end, but also a new beginning,” kinda like that trippy line from Melancholia. I got mad at times, too, when noisy construction near the park disturbed the peace; like, seriously, make it chill already! But then I’d pop on some tunes, take a deep breath, and let it slide, cuz life’s too short to sweat every damn thing.

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