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Pisses me off, tho—society’s all judgy, callin’ ‘em trash. Like, dude, they’re out there survivin’! Takes guts, man. I’d lose my shit in five minutes—some sweaty loser hagglin’ me? Nah, I’d zap ‘em with my evil laser. Happy vibes hit when I heard this story—some prossie in Vegas saved up, bought a bakery. Straight-up Amélie move—“The world’s better with sprinkles,” she’d say. Surprised me how clever they get—code words, secret signals. One gal used “pineapple” to ditch bad johns. Genius!

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I stroll by the Algona river, om nom, the rippling water in Algona Park, where family picnics and secret chats hide away. Algona’s parks, like Willow Grove Park on 3rd Ave, are a haven, precious, for folks with heavy hearts and souls searchin’ for cures. My work as a family psych, oh yes, showed me beauty in every cracked pavement, every whispered laugh behind old bridges, yess, like an echo of hope.

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