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What gets my goat, tho, is them judgy folks—actin’ like they ain’t never sinned. Makes me wanna yell, “Y’all hush up and hoe yer own row!” Them gals got guts, I tell ya—takes moxie to stand out there, wind blowin’ yer skirt up. Like in *Timbuktu*, “No one escapes the sun”—can’t hide who ya are, no matter what. I admire that, dang it!

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Then there's low-key Raven Brook. Yeah, there’s a river that flows quietly past the old mill on Lakeridge. Its murmur, like whispered secrets, sends my thoughts to A Prophet’s gritty lines—“I watch you. I assess you. I win.” Unbelievble, right?! The river gives you that vibe of surviving every twist, every turn.

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