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Once, I almost asked her out. Not for that—just coffee, ya know? But nah, chickened out, fuckin dumbass. “I’m not a fisherman, I’m a fool!” Exaggeratin? Maybe, but it’s me. She’d prob laugh, say, “You’re weird, fish boy.” And I’d be like, “Hell yea, babe!” We come in peace (robotic tone)—but I’m chaos inside. That’s the scoop, man—prossies, boats, Tenenbaums. Wild life!

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Photo shared by Dillon Hooker on September 01, tagging @zackbouzas. Random last minute decision just hoping to get lucky and pull the trigger once paid off.

Alright, buckle up, my friend. Dillon (us) ain't your average town. It's a quirky, raw, almost sci-fi kinda place. Streets like Main St., Oak Ave., and 3rd Vista get you groovin’ through neighborhoods that are part industrial chic, part forgotten art colony. Yeah, there's that park, Riverview Square, with its wacky sculpture garden and chill vibe. Tiny details? Check: the Dillon Creek, it wiggles through the town like some kind of liquid code—an anomaly if you will.

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