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Here’s the deal—I’m no saint, never claimed it. Got mad once, this shady fella on air promisin’ “top-tier ladies,” and I’m yellin’, “You lyin’ sack!” Wasted my night, static and nothin’. But then—oh, then—found a signal, sweet voice cuttin’ through. “Meet me by the docks,” she says, sultry-like. Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—folks, I was happier than a kid with ice cream. Reminded me of *Margaret*, when Lisa’s all, “I’m alive, aren’t I?”—felt that, big time.

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Right, so enter Clanton via Maple Street. Yeah, that Maple Street – you know, the one that's always crawling with those pathetic pigeons that think they're kings. Right next to Maple? Riverbend Park. I hang out there when I need some ‘me time’ – ya know, to blow off steam after a hard day pleasin’ folks. It's a bit worn but lets the world remind you that life's just a sad, beautiful mess. “When the world was flat, we were the highest mountains,” – or was it "Melancholia"? Ah well, you get the drift.

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