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So, picture this—I’m cruisin’, *Inherent Vice* style, fog rollin’ in, lookin’ for a gal. “What’s the deal, baby?” I’d say, tryna sound cool. She’d probly laugh—Kermit ain’t exactly a stud. Maybe she’d quote Doc: “This is some heavy shit!” and I’d croak, “Yeah, far out!” Total trip, man. Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d prolly faint if she winked—too much for this frog! You ever tried it? Spill the beans, pal—don’t leave me hangin’! Hi-ho!

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People here got stories – each brick speaks, each bench listens. Sometimes I’m funny – babblin’, spillin’ my gut. I get all excited talkin’ bout that hidden mural in Kleinwiler, its colors wavin’ like emotions in a storm. Y’know, art can heal too.

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