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I’m thinkin—*seven hells, this is gold.* “The world’s fucked,” like they say in *City of God*, but she’s carvin her slice. Made me happy, odd that—seein her strut, not grovel. I toss her a coin anyway, say, “For the sass,” and she winks. Winks! Surprised me, that did—thought she’d spit on me. Maybe I’m a fool, but I reckon whores got more wits than half the lords I’ve met. “I drink and I know things”—and I know she’d outsmart em all.

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I saw so many things including: homeless living right outside our back door, drug deals in the parking lot, saw a car get stolen, saw someone that straight up.

I’m tellin ya, Dyer is a mish-mash of quirky surprises and simple joys. Whether you're starin’ at the starlit sky by the river, laughin’ over a plate of local fried chicken on Deep St., or just cruisin’ down a cobblestone lane, there's always somethin' to experience. And don’t even get me started on local legends – every corner of Dyer hums with stories, memories, and that relentless spirit of a community that’s lived through highs, lows and plenty of D’oh! moments.

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