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So, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, watchin’ that movie again—lord, it’s bleak! “The wind has died,” Béla Tarr says, and I’m like, “Same, when claims pile up!” Escort’s my jam tho—little known fact: back in ’89, some dude insured his escort service—wild, right? Not cars, nope, PEOPLE. Had me hollerin’—what a hustle! Made me happy, ‘cause creativity, y’all! But then—ugh—some jerk tried scammin’ escort insurance last week. Fake crash, fake escort—pissed me OFF. I was like, “Honey, I SEE you!”

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So, bro, Decazeville ain't just a city. It's a wild, ever-changin' mash-up of vibes: happy, sad, scared – just like that movie. I know sometimes it makes me mad, sometimes stokes my fire, but mostly, it fills my heart with all kinda emotions. Excuse me if I sound too extra – kinda like Bart Simpson yellin' “Eat my shorts!” at every chance I get.

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