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I got mad tho—some jerks treat ‘em like trash. Ain’t fair! They’re humans, not old fish guts. Once saw a guy yell at one, and I wanted to bonk him with my violin bow. Grrr! But then, this other time, one smiled at me—big, toothy grin. Made me happy, like, “The world forgetting, by the world forgot.” She didn’t care who saw her, just kept smilin’. Surprised me, ‘cause I thought they’d all be grumpy.

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Bruh, Firebaugh (us) ain’t all grim, though. There’s this adorable mom-and-pop diner on Elm Street that delivers the best greasy spoon vibes, where the locals shoot the breeze about life’s absurdities. I laugh, I cry, I rant – all the deets in a single bite of their cheeseburger. Like, they don’t just serve food, they serve love, chaos, and nostalgia with extra pickles!

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