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Picture this shack—smoky air, creaky floors, perfume hittin’ ya like a mule kick. Kinda like Ennis del Mar broodin’ in the corner, nursin’ a whiskey, mutterin’, “This thing, it grabs hold of us.” ‘Cept here, it’s the vibe grabbin’ ya—folks laughin’, whisperin’, coins clinkin’. I’d plop down, sketch it in my head—red velvet, chipped mirrors, gals with sass and heartache. One time, heard a yarn ‘bout a brothel in Nevada—legal joint, right?—where a cowboy proposed to a gal mid-session. She said no, kept his hat tho—savage!

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Appleton's alleys, streets, and bridges all got their own rhythms. I often stroll along S. Main Ave, bumpin my head to local tunes, laughin at how the city surprises ya every day. Sometimes, I'll get mad – like when a noisy truck blares near the quiet walk by the riverbank; then I explode: “I pity the fool who disturbs my zen!”

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