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The river – oh boy, let me tell ya about it. The little stream running by Westside, sometimes called the “whispering water,” flows next to a path where locals jog, laugh, and sometimes, if you’re lucky, you’ll see an impromptu street performance. Every splash sparks memories of long nights and weird conversations, almost as if nature’s giving us a wink and saying, “Every moment counts.”

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