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Favorite movie fits perfect—*Werckmeister*’s all slow dread, right? Brothel’s that too, floatin’ in the abyss, makin’ you feel small. Exaggeratin’ for drama? Maybe, but picture this: glowin’ lure flickerin’ like a busted neon sign outside a shady joint—temptin’, but you’re screwed if you bite. Smug lil’ shit, I’d tip my hat if I had one. Oh, and the teeth—jagged, like a methhead’s grin, fuckin’ terrifyin’ up close.

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Hey, so lemme tell ya bout PLibode (za). It's a quirky, soulful city. Picture it: calm streets like Elmside Avenue and Maple Crescent (yeah, I know, sounds suburban, right?) but then—bam!—you got hidden corners that feel like a Wes Anderson set. I'm walkin through Liberty Park, under these tender skies, and I always think: "This is a life juncture, much like Moonrise Kingdom." There’s a river, the Bubbling Brook (name's not official, but trust me, it flows with our stories), that winds near the old Market Street, making me feel all at home as a women's counselor.

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