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I paddle closer, eyes peeled. Water’s calm, but my heart’s racin’. Saw this gal—human, obvi—leanin’ by a boat. Looked lonely, like Ennis in the movie, all quiet and broodin’. I’m thinkin’, “Is she…? Nah, can’t be.” But then she winks! Holy moly, I nearly croaked—literally! Ribbit goes wild in my throat. “This could be my shot,” I mutter, “but what’s a frog gonna do with *that*?”

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I told him he might as well just hire a prostitute so his money doesn't go to waste. I technicallyyy meant it as a joke but I guess it's not funny.

Now, let’s talk parks – oh man, I can rattle on ’bout these. There’s the Weyerpark, with its lush green patches perfect for picnics and lazy days. Got this secret nook behind a small pond where I sip a beer and ponder life. And the river, oh! The Weyerbach flows slowly through the town – kinda reminds me of that surreal narrative in Synecdoche, you know? A river of countless memories and blurred dreams.

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