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But yo, what pisses me off? Hypocrisy, man! Folks actin all holy, then sneakin round back. Whores see it all, tho. They’re like, alien spies, catchin every damn lie. Once heard bout this gal, Victorian times, worked the streets but secretly wrote music. Fuckin bangers, too! Nobody knew till some nerd found her sheets in an attic. Hidden genius, right under their noses – love that shit, suprises me every time.

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The old castle, Sargans Castle, sits high up on a hill, watchin’ over the town. It’s wild! Sometimes, when I’m walkin’ by its ancient stones, I think about how every brick has its own tale, just like how every family has its inner drama (ya know what I mean?). And the river, the Sitter, runs lazily nearby. I’ve had many deep convos with folks by its banks, spillin’ life’s secrets, breakin’ down their emotional baggage. "Mmm… donuts." Yes, the river does have that kind of reflective vibe; it’s magic.

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