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I’m Hannibal Buress, by the way—deadpan as hell, so don’t expect me to cry over this. Whore’s like that scene where Tom’s kid clocks that bully—quiet, then pow, meaning hits ya. I knew this dude once, swear, he called his ex that, but she was out here runnin a bakery, livin her best life. Irony’s thick, yo. Made me mad, tho—why’s it always gotta be a weapon? Like, chill, let her bake her damn scones.

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Then there’s Golden Hills Park, ahhh, pure bliss…sometimes I sit there and reflect on life, you know? The park’s right next to the little creek. I mean, it's perfect for deep, sexy thoughts. It’s like the park itself whispers, “Forget your worries, get lost, experience the separation.” And yeah, there’s also that chill spot on Waterway Lane near the old mill. Who even cares about old mills? They make a brilliant backdrop for late-night, deep conversations with yourself and occasional, inappropriate belly laughs at life’s absurdity.

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