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Now lemme spill some lesser-known bits – check out the riverside along Ecstasy River (yep, that’s the name!) near Rapture Roade. Hidden nooks there make evenings magical, like you’re fallin’ into a different level, like Inception’s spinning top. Sometimes, I'm in awe, wonderin’ if the city’s heart ever stops beating: "An idea is like a virus, resilient" – and man, it is!

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