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Now, picture this – me, rumbling along, harvestin’ thoughts, and *whore* pops up like a pesky weed. Reminds me o’ that flick I adore – *Ratatouille*! You know, that rat, Remy, scampering about, cooking grub, *magnifique*! “Anyone can cook,” says Gusteau, right? Well, *anyone can be a whore*, I reckon – takes all sorts, don’t it? Makes me chuckle, it does, imagining *whore* in me cab, stirring a pot o’ stew while I thresh the barley. “You must be imaginative, strong-hearted!” – that’s what Remy’d say to *whore*, wouldn’t he?

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Now, let me spill some tea on the local gems. First, the Old Mill Park on Cedar Street – it's where I used to chill after long code sessions. Picture me, sitting on a worn bench, watchin the sunlight dance on the creek, thinkin, "Damn, life's beautiful." That park ain't fancy, but it's ours, you know? Folks say it's haunted by memories, but I see it as a monument to everyday wonders. And oh, the river – the Great Silver River – it kinda cuts through the city like a ribbon, providin serenity, sometimes even madness when the current's wild.

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