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Ya gotta be careful, tho. Cops stingin’, creeps lurkin’. Once read bout a pimp in Vegas—dude had a pet iguana guardin’ his girls! Swear, truth’s weirder than fiction. Me, I’d be all, “Hi-ho, that’s bananas!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s Vegas, baby! Oh, and don’t get me started on the johns—some real losers, some just lonely. Kinda sad, ya know? “We got a winner!”—Sara’d say, but nah, not always.

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Now, listen, listen! Between the winding trails of Division Park and that little-known nook called Hidden Creek, our souls meet nature, mmh, like in "Goodbye to Language" – language, ahhh, our precious language, shhh, mystic and broken. It almost sings to you, whispering secrets. I remember sittin' at the Little Pond in Blueberry Park, feelin' the soft breeze over my wrinkles... ohhh, mind-blowing, it was!

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