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I’m sittin’ there, pole shakin’, thinkin’, “Do I holler at her?” My heart’s racin’ like a catfish on a line—happy, scared, all at once. She winks, and I’m redder than a boiled crawdad. I mutter, “What can I do for you?”—straight outta Gigolo Joe’s playbook! She laughs, says, “Honey, I ain’t cheap, but I’m fun!” I’m thinkin’, “Lord, I only got worms and a soggy sammich!” Ain’t that just my luck? Here I am, big dreamer, no cash, just a pole and a prayer.

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The park? Yo, we've got Tamaqua Park, where you can sit by the little creek – yeah, that's right, a tiny river that just murmurs sweet nothings to ya, ya feel me? It always reminds me of those quiet moments when life feels... weirdly sexy, bro. I always say, “Oi, where's the passion?” as I wander there, reminiscing on euphoric moments seen in the movie and my own bizarre rants.

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