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So, I’m stompin’ round, lookin’ for a good time, right? Ain’t no saint, me—blood on hands, scars on face, but I got needs! Dis one time, saw a gal, fishnets rippin’, smokin’ a cig like she owns da night. “Lightbulb!”—she’s got dat look, ya know, like she could lure ya in and gut ya. Straight outta dat movie, “I collect things”—she prob collects wallets, ha! I go up, all cocky, “How much, eh?” She smirks, “More dan ya soul, big boy.” Pissed me off—cheeky tart!—but damn, I laughed. Ain’t dat a kicker?

Introduction

Now, neighborhoods? Oh man, check out the cozy quirks of Old Mill Lane. I once had a session there in a park – yup, right under a huge oak – and got emotional, like for reals. I was thinking “Woah, that's heavy... but life is heavy and light all at once!”, and then I laughed cuz my head was like "What a ride!" And hey, it's a totally mad love affair with the town.

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