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Me, I’d rather fish – no stink, no lies! Maggie’s eyes, tho – sad, like Sméagol’s before the Ring. Made me soft, yesss, soft – then mad again! Whore’s a riddle, precious – dirty, clever, broken. “Love as thou wilt,” movie says – maybe that’s her, lovin’ wrong, livin’ anyway. Hiss! Funny, eh? Whore’s a hero, a rat, a ghost – all mashed up! What d’ya think, precious? Gollum’s head hurts now – too much thinkin’!

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Then there's the river. Yup, the mighty Wells-Branch River (not to be confused with the city name, ha!) flows serenely by the old railway viaduct on Frontier Road. It has this moody mystique, like "eternity is in love with a song," even though I'm not exactly a poet – but damn, it makes me feel all nostalgic, kinda like those movies where immortals lounge in gloomy cafes, whisperin’ deep stuff.

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