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Oi, mateys! ‘Tis me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, slurrin’ me wit fer ya, savvy? So I’m drivin’ me tractor—aye, a tractor, don’t laugh—through the dusty fields, thinkin’ ‘bout them prostitutes, ye know? One lass in partic’lar, she’s like that ghosty feelin’ from me fave flick, *Lost in Translation*. “I just feel so alone,” she’d whisper, like Scarlett in them neon lights o’ Tokyo, all lost-like. Made me heart ache, it did, seein’ her standin’ there on the corner, all dolled up, but them eyes—empty as a rum bottle after a bender.

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OMG, like, Walnut-Grove is totally amaze, seriously. So, I'm a masseur here, right? And lemme tell ya, every street tells a story, for reals. So, like, check it: there's Maple Ave and Pine Rd—literally the heart of the town. There's this cute lil' park called Riverside Park, where the river (yeah, we got one, pretty dope) flows so splishy-splashy. I always, like, get inspired there when I'm massaging my clients—totally zen vibes, you know?

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