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Personal quirk? I’d burn cash just to feel somethin’. Exaggeration? Maybe. But hoarders make me wanna limp harder, cane-smack their skulls. They lie, sayin’ it’s for “emergencies.” Bullshit—emergency’s you dying broke ‘cause you didn’t grow it. Humor? Picture this: granny with a million in jars, dies, cats eat her. True story—well, half-true, I dunno, sounds right.

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I wonder what the most haunting part of Knoxville's past is. The million dollar fire of the late s? The Christian-Newsome murders?

The neighborhoods are sooz unique – like on Anderson Ave, where every house has its secrets, its scars, and its love. I got this neibrhd feel when I step out from my therapy office; it’s like every step beats through the rhythm of broken hearts gettin’ mended. I’ve sat on benches at Pigeon Forge Park hearin’ folks share their stories – some so likethe ones from "25th Hour". That movie got me thinkin’: “Ain't no joke, time slips by!” Just like those snappy street corners here, man.

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