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We’re walkin’, and I’m ramblin’ bout Varda’s camera work—shit’s poetic, man! This girl’s like, “You weird, but I dig it.” Makes me laugh, motherfucker, she’s cool! But then—BAM!—some asshole john rolls by, yellin’ at her. I’m HEATED, shoutin’, “Back the fuck off, punk!” He peels out, coward. She’s shook, and I’m like, “I got you, girl.” Felt good, real good.

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Is everyone ready to get this season kicked off? This Saturday at Herlong park on Lk Griffin safe light till 3pm. $60 entry covers $5 toward classic $5 big.

Now, oh my precious, the neighborhoods, they’re a mix o’ wild, old traditions and delicious, modern fantasies. Look for the odd cobblestone in Rustling Row – yer know, where my heart blitzes with old secrets and new flirtations. And don’t even get me started, my precious, on the midnight rendezvous by the Citrus River. Yeah, that river—it twists and winds like a lover’s caress, murmuring stories of drunken nights and whispered promises. Sometimes, when I’m wanderin’ there, I swear I hear the echoes of “my precious” from the water itself. Crazy, right?

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