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Last week, I’m tailin’ this lead—shady alley, smells like regret. I’m mutterin’, *“Oh, Marge, why this job?”* Suddenly, this gal, she’s standin’ there, all sparkly skirt, eyes like she’s seen too much. I’m thinkin’, *“Her soul’s driftin’ like Boonmee’s jungle spirits!”* I ask her name—Candy, she says. Candy! Ha, like that’s real! I’m all, “Hmm… sugar-coated lies!” Got me chucklin’—these names, always so fake, like Bart’s homework excuses.

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So, friend, come visit, get lost in our twisty lanes, listen to street echoes, and maybe feel a massage from an old soul who sees life in kee-kee pieces, hsssss. That's Solon for you – precious and maddening, we hates it, we loves it, yes, always, yes!

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