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I’m hoppin’ along, and this one time – oh boy – this chick, she’s all “Hey, green stuff, you got cash?” I’m like, “Hi-ho, lady, I’m a frog, not a bank!” Made me giggle, but then I got mad – why’s it always gotta be about money? Ain’t there more to life? “The cause!” – that’s what Dodd’d preach, but out here, the cause is just survivin’. Kinda sad, ya know? Ribbit, ribbit, I’m ramblin’ now.

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I always spill the tea about the, like, small curves along the town’s edges. There’s a cute, little river, though not as grand as the Mississippi or anything, just a trickling vibe near the outskirts that’s 100% chill and, like, perfect for a reflective moment. Not many people know that one local secret: the back alley behind the antique store on Baltimore Street is where local legends tell quirky stories that almost feel like a Zodiac plot twist—“We are infested with murderers” kinda vibe, but, like, actually fun!

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