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Gets me ragin, tho—pimps, slimy bastards, takin her cash, leavin her with bruises. Makes me wanna carve em up, serve em with a nice Chianti, ha! But then she laughs, right, this cackle that cuts through the fog, and I’m like, shit, she’s happy somehow? Surprised me, that did. Thought they’d all be mopey, “There’s no love like the first,” like Carol pinin for Therese, but nah, she’s out there, ownin it.

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So, where do I start? Ever been to 5th & Main? That’s our heart—sidewalk cafes and neon signs that almost seem to wink at ya like they’ve got secrets. Then there’s Maple Grove Park, a hidden gem where locals picnic on lazy afternoons, listenin’ to the soft gurgle of the Blue River, winding lazily like time itself. I once met a love-struck stranger there, and oh boy, that moment nearly changed my life... or so I thought.

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