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Picture this: dim lights, smoky air, smells like cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey. Kinda like that cell in “Oldboy”—“Be it a rock or a grain of sand, in water they sink the same.” These gals, they’re sinkin’, but they’re fightin’ too. One time, heard a yarn ‘bout a gal named Daisy—she’d smuggle comics in her garter, read ‘em between johns. Ain’t that a hoot? Keeps ya sane, I reckon, in a loony bin like that.

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Then there's the Spencer River – yeah, a river actually! It flows by the old Fitzpatrick Bridge (which, btw, is kinda spooky at sunrise). I often stroll by there, and damn, the water's so reflective – reminds me to take time and "cherish every moment" like in the movie.

Melvin Spencer, Jr.