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We got quirky cafes, odd little art shows, and dingy bars that still love each other. Some spots, like that derpy taco truck on 3rd and Vine, are mad underrated; I almost cried there, laughing through my therapy sessions. I mean, our city is a tick-tock of broken clocks and passions untold.

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