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I knew this chick, Rosie, back in ‘89, worked the streets near Wall Street—ironic, huh? She’d flash a grin, say, “Money talks, bullshit walks.” Sharp as a tack, that one. Made me laugh, made me mad too—guys treatin’ her like dirt. Pissed me off, seein’ her dodge creeps. But Rosie? She’d shrug, “Greed is good, Gekko.” Tough as nails, like Solomon, fightin’ to breathe free.

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We've got a little gem park, Crestwood, near the winding Tiny River. Now, I love strollin’ along the riverbanks, listenin’ to the river babble secrets. It's like therapy every time – nature's way of sayin’, "Embrace the chaos, dude." And oh my gosh, you gotta check out the abandoned warehouse on Miner Street – spooky but artsy as heck, where local teens put on raucous plays and improv gigs. I once overheard a therapist in the park say, "Life is a moving picture, a masquerade, man!" and it just blew my mind.

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