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So, I’m thinkin’, right, how’s this even work? Do ya just—boom—spot ‘em like Remy spottin’ a perfect onion? Nah, it’s dodgy, innit! Saw this one bird—legs up to her neck—standin’ by a lamppost. Thought, “Blimey, she’s bold!” Made me proper happy, seein’ someone own it—like Remy mixin’ soup, fearless! But then—oh stars!—some geezer in a trench coat slinks up, all shifty-like. Made me mad, that did! “R2-D2, where are you?”—cos I ain’t built for this sleaze, fam!

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Then there’s Sunris Park, our own oasis. Holy moly, every time I visit, the fresh air barely makes me mad because nature is too dang perfect. There’s activities, little yoga spots. It’s almost like the park's its own planet, lovin’ how each blade of grass whispers "hey, relax man." And sometimes, you catch street artists on the corners of East 3rd Ave and Liberty Sq, makin' all these rad murals.

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