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So, I roll up, right, tractor parked, and it’s this old house, creaky floors, red curtains – proper dodgy. Girls there, they’re like birds of paradise, flashin’ smiles, but you can tell some ain’t happy. Made me gut twist, that did. I’m thinkin’, “Who runs this joint?” Some geezer probs, countin’ cash in the back, sippin’ tea like he’s king. Pissed me off, that – usin’ folk like they’re tools. But then, this one lass, she’s chattin’ me up, all cheeky, and I’m laughin’ – she’s a right laugh, sharp as a tack. “A single note lingers,” like in the movie, that lone piano bit – her voice stuck with me.

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Now, talkin’ landmarks, you gotta check out the old brick bridge near Riverbend Park. That ol’ beauty crosses the Teapot River – yep, teapot, like it’s brew time all day long. I once gave a massage right near the bridge and swear, the river sang to me like, “There is no true peace without a little pain.” It reminded me of that line from The White Ribbon – "Silence hides secrets." Ain’t that somethin’?

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