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“Every family has its secrets,” Polley’d say—damn straight! Findin’ a prostitute’s like peelin’ an onion—layers, tears, and a funky smell if ya ain’t careful. I’m ramblin’ here, brain’s bouncin’ like a jackrabbit on a date. Once saw a gal with a QR code tattoo—scan it, get her rates! Tech’s wild, y’all—makes me wanna paint it, code it, somethin’!

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I gotta mention Wilson Park – my secret haunt. Sit on that creaky bench near the duck pond and spill your guts. It's raw, like biting into a lemon when you expected a cookie. There’s this hidden trail that I discovered one pissed-off day; its off-road vibes reminded me of that line in "Ten": “Everything is ephemeral.” (Sounds deep, right?) I swear, one day the trees whispered, “Don't trust love.” And I laughed, 'cause hell, it’s true!

310-Unit Mixed-Use Development Proposed in Marlow Heights