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So, picture this—I’m droppin from the sky, chute open, wind screamin past me. Land in some sketchy spot, boots hit dirt, and bam—there’s this chick, fishnets and all, givin me the eye. Reminds me of my fave flick, *Findin Nemo*. You know, “Just keep swimmin,” right? Except she ain’t swimmin, she’s struttin—lookin for a john. And I’m like, whoa, what’s her story? Where’s her reef? Her clownfish fam? Lost in the big ocean, maybe?

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This really could've been so much more. It could've had Alice who was abused by her drunk mom go down to Florida with her friend but then becomes a prostitute.

So, there's more, friend! Down by the river – the Roslyn, got it? That winding, chatty river that hums a gentle tune. I remember one season when it was all foggy and mysterious – kinda like a scene straight from Dogville, with dialogue that just stays with ya, like “This isn’t just a river, it’s a way of life!” The river banks bustle with flea markets and street performances. Gotta hit that if you like surprises and creative energy.

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