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Gotta say, they’re tough cookies. Livin’ rough, dodgin’ cops, still smilin’? That’s guts! Kinda admire it, ya know? But ugh, the sleaze—makes my green skin crawl! “I can’t stay here anymore,” Cathy said—felt that watchin’ ‘em sometimes. Wanna yell, “Get outta there!” But nah, they keep goin’. Crazy, wild, messy life.

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First off, downtown Chillicothe is a riot. There's this cool block on Jefferson Ave., where vintage shops and cafes huddle together. I mean, seriously, every nook has its own secret vibe, like that unexpected, “Do you really think so?” moment from The Grand Budapest Hotel — all snug and chaotic. And oh, on High Street, the murals are like splashes of color on an old canvas. Life’s a bit like that there; neat, messy, and full of surprises!

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