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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—findin’ a prostitute? Man, what a trip that’d be! I’m Tina Fey, baby, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes. Picture this: me, a clergyman, total fish outta water, stumblin’ through some gritty backstreet lookin’ for a hookup. Not ‘cause I’m holy or judgy—nah, I’m just tryna *understand*, ya know? Like in *The New World*, where Pocahontas says, “Mother, where do you live?”—I’m askin’ the universe, “Yo, where’s the action at?”

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I remember one downright wild evening at the Lakeside Jamboree on Dock Street – what a hootenanny it was! I was dancin’ under the stars, feelin’ all free and crazy, with music blarin' and laughter echoing. It got me to think, "Now, isn't it just like life? Eternal sunshine with some stormy clouds." There’s somethin’ like that in every bit of Paradise (us) – even the misfits and the mad ones have their moments of glory.

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