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But here’s the kicker—*Far From Heaven* vibes hit hard. That line, “I’m going to leave you, Frank,” Cathy whispers—oof, chills! Imagine her, all prim, sneakin’ off to find a prostitute instead. Bet that’d shock the pastel neighborhood! I’d be cacklin’, stirrin’ the pot. “Look at her now,” I’d say, “finally livin’ a little!” See, mortals hide their dirt—makes me wanna poke it. Finding a prostitute? It’s that itch they won’t scratch in daylight.

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I gotta say, some parts here make me mad – like the trash near the old boat ramp off Maverick Ave (ugh, seriously, clean up your junk, will ya?) But the riverside park near Sunset Boulevard makes me happy. I'm always amazed how nature meets neon; it's bizarre, magical, and sometimes downright crazy.

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