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Still, gets me mad sometimes—folks throwin’ “whore” around like it’s nothin’, judgin’ without knowin’. Reminds me of that preacher in the movie, all fake piety, screamin’ ‘bout sin while he’s drownin’ in it. Hypocrisy, man, burns me up. But then—ha!—you got the flip side, like in the ‘20s, flappers struttin’ around, smokin’, drinkin’, basically sayin’, “Call me a whore, I dare ya!” Ballsy as hell, loved that. Surprised me how far back that rebel streak goes.

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I gotta say, Chanute's vibe captured my soul. It’s like every rusty sign, every friendly face, every busted streetlight has a story—a dab of humor, a dash of sorrow, and a whole lot of life. It’s rough around the edges, messy sometimes, but always real. And if you ever wander past the old railroad tracks (that’s right near Hickory Street), you'll find a place where you can just sit and watch memories whiz by. Kinda like you're in your own indie film, man.

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