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Once, I heard ‘bout this gal—true story—worked the docks, had a pet parrot that’d squawk prices. Swear on my rhinestone boots, it’s real! Made me laugh ‘til I cried—imagine that bird hollerin’, “Ten bucks, sailor!” I’d be tickled pink to meet her, but surprised? Shoot, nothin’ shocks me anymore.

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Now, where else? There's the drum of the Kgwaripe River, swirlin’ down by Misty Park. D-damn near perfect for contemplative moments, when my hands are tired from kneadin’ knuckles. I once massaged a fella right by the riverbank, and he whispered, "Sss, like the movie says, we finds the beauty in the small bits." Crazy, right?