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Oh, and here’s a quirky tidbit—did ya know in some old towns, whores had secret codes? Like, special knocks on doors! How cool is that? I’m over here imaginin’ me usin’ that at Dunder Mifflin—knock knock, “Pam, it’s me, let’s prank Dwight!” That’s what she said! Hah, kills me every time.

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Down here in Pahokee, Florida. They call it City of Refuge. As everybody now knows, sex offenders have a rough time of it after they get out.

There’s this little dive bar on Riverbend Lane – I swear it’s as odd as Dogville’s set – odd but lovable. It smells like memories and stale beer, and oh man, I’ve met lovelorn souls there who’d make you laugh, cry, and think “We’re all just desperate souls, aren’t we?” Shazza! And don’t even get me started on the park at Everglade Circle. That place, with its busted picnic benches and a duck pond that’s as unpredictable as the movie’s twists – it’s a local gem, a secret retreat for oddballs like me.

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