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So, I bounce—find another spot. This one chick—surprise!—she’s got a tattoo. Says “Peace” in cursive—ironic, huh? I’m laughin’—can’t help it. “Groovy,” I say, channellin’ *Inherent Vice*. She’s like, “Twenty bucks.” I’m like, “Done!” Quickest deal ever—bam! Felt like a king—total rush.

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Then there’s the old market square, Rumble Square—don’t ask why it’s named that, but it does rumble with history and insider gossip. Local legends say secret lovers met there on foggy days, sorta like those tragic love stories in that flick, Leviathan. I once sat on a cracked stone bench there, totally chillin’, when a stray cat strolled by like it owned the place. Crazy stuff, making me laugh, like “D’oh, life’s funny, eh?”

Westergate and Eastergate: The tiny twin villages split in half by a river and drenched in history