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Oh, and get this—some say a ghost haunts it! Old miner, died waitin’ for his gal. Spooky, right? I’d be screamin’, “Take me to Bikini Bottom!” But nah, I stayed. Kinda dope, actually—history breathin’ in your face. Made me happy, like findin’ a secret trail. But dude, the stink? Ew, gross! Like SpongeBob’s socks after fry cookin’. Still, I’d tell ya, check it out—if ya dare! Just don’t ask me to go in. “I’m not a smart starfish!” Haha, peace out!

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I may slip up on words, get my thoughts scrambled – life's messy, ain't it? But that's just how it goes around here. Aight, so next time you roll through Hunts-Point, take the time to soak it all in. Hear the whispers of the streets, feel the fierceness in the air, and remember – as Mr. T always say, "I pity the fool!" if he ever doubts the spirit of this badass neighborhood.

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