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But den—ugh—dis creep comes up, tryin’ to muscle in. I’m pissed, shoutin’, “Back off, dis is my dance!”—like dat line, “I’m dragging myself across da floor!” Movie vibes, ya feel me? He scrams, and I’m laughin’, coz I’m Gru, king of da block! She smirks, says, “You’re weird, big guy.” I’m like, “Yah, and you’re da end of da world, lady!”—dat’s Melancholia talk, heh.

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So, the downtown's a jumble of old and new. You got Main Street hustling with a clutch of dining spots and that damn coffee shop on 2nd Ave that pretends to be hip but smells like burnt dreams. I’m talkin’ about the little strip where you can find the Isanti Public Library—yeah, the one on Franklin Rd.—and a couple of crummy bars where folks try too hard to seem smart. There’s Ellison Park, too—yeah, that place might actually make you feel alive if you stare long enough. Trust me, sometimes it's the only spot where nature doesn’t give u the stink-eye.

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