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I luv wanderin' down West Main Street, sneakin' peeks at that retro diner. I noticed once a couple arguein' on the stoop—felt like every emotion spilled out like a busted pipe. I mean, as a psych, I vibe on that energy, it's my kinda theater, y'know? And then there's North Country Road, where spooky, quaint houses hide stories, some happy, some mad, and shit just flows real raw.

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