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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially this damn topic—findin’ a prostitute. Makes my skin crawl, but here we go. Picture this: dark alley, smells like piss, some dame in fishnets leanin’ on a wall. Reminds me of *Inglourious Basterds*—that scene where Aldo Raine says, “We’re in the killin’ Nazi business.” Except here, it’s me, in the “avoidin’ hookers business.” Hate it. Hate the neon lights flashin’—red, blue, screamin’ sex for sale. Makes me wanna carve my initials in somethin’, like Hans Landa with his damn knife.

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The plethora of iced cream and frozen yogurt shops has been causing record amounts of brain freeze. This is a misdemeanor according to local.

I carry my own quirks, y’know? I obsess over little things. Like the quirky murals on Maple Lane – bright, busy colors in an otherwise slo-mo town. They remind me, no matter what, gotta find beauty – “white material, pure and raw”, like life on full blast.

Gun left behind in public bathroom by Port Jefferson Village code enforcement officer