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So, lemme tell ya ‘bout this one time—Homer’s outta town, prob’ly eatin’ donuts somewhere dumb. I’m bored, right? Walkin’ down by the tracks—ooh, shady!—and I see this gal, all fishnets and lipstick, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. I’m like, “Hmm… she’s workin’ it!” Reminds me of Varda’s gleaners, pickin’ through life’s leftovers. She catches me starin’—awkward!—and yells, “What’s your deal, lady?” I’m all flustered, mutterin’, “Just admirin’ your hustle, hon!”

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Look, you gotta cruise down Main Ave – it’s the heartbeat here. There's a poppin' vibe near Maple & 3rd. It’s small, sure, but you'll see all kinds of weird art, street musicians, even an obscure mural of a whale. I swear, it reminds me of Brooklyn – “I just remember being lost in a sea of lights,” or something like that. Yeah, that kinda magic.

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