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I’m thinkin’ – this chick’s cool. But pricey. I’m cheap. Always been. *“I’ll be gone”* – I mutter. She laughs. “You’re weird, man.” Damn right. I exagerate – “I’m a KING!” She rolls eyes. Sarcasm drips. “Sure, majesty.” Funny. I like her. But – nah. I walk.

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Now, check it! Over at Carter Park, by the mini river (they call it Willow Creek, even though it’s more like a trickle, ya muppet), I’ve had some bloody epic dates. Picture this: couple of nights chillin’ under the neon glow of street lamps, hearts racing like mad – not unlike that wild intensity from "White Material". Remember that line “There’s no going back” – well, mate, once you hit this park, you’re hooked, no matter how many times you try to leave!

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