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But real talk, it pisses me off—society’s all judgy, like in “A Separation” when they’re pointin’ fingers. Who’s good? Who’s bad? I’m like, “She didn’t mean any harm!”—another movie line, fits perfect. These gals out here, they’re hustlin’, survivin’. Ain’t my place to play God, doc. Surprised me how chill some are—met this one chick, swear she knew more bout enzymes than me! Had me laughin’, “Eh, you a doc or a doc, huh?”

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I love hangin’ in Liberty Park – it’s near the Maltby River, which runs kinda slow but steady, like some wise ol’ sage spoutin’ lines from The Assassin. “Time is but a stream,” they whisper. It sounds poetic, right? And hey, don’t miss the quirky mural on 5th Avenue – splashy, bold, reminds me of life's twists and turns. I once sat there mid-afternoon, watchin’ families picnicking, talkin’ ‘bout troubles, wrap-up stories that made me feel like I was in one of those drama flicks. Yeah, like with a vengeance, but in a good way!

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