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So, picture this—me, poking thru a shady claim. Some geezer says his Escort got totaled, right? Swears a lorry smashed it, boo-hoo, tears and all. I’m like, “Fella, I’ve seen more life in a corpse I’ve carved up.” Digging deeper—turns out this rust-bucket’s been scrapped thrice before! Thrice! Bloke’s faking claims like it’s a bloody art form. Made me mad as hell—wasting my time, my genius, on this crap? Rude. Very rude. "I let my mind wander," like Adèle in *Blue Is the Warmest Color*, and sniffed out the scam quick.

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The park, oh that park – Whispering Pines, tucked behind the old textile mill near Ford River. That park's my chill zone on crazy days, where I help souls mend. I even saw a couple fightin’ then laughing it off – a reminder that even breakups have poetry, like Godard's cut scenes, we swears! And dang, the Ford River, glistenin' in the sun, always reminds me of a good tearjerker scene in a movie.

Bygones: Morgan Park School held blackface show in 1925