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Oh, and he’s a joker too – sarcastic bastard. Caught him nickin’ carrots from the vet bag once, just munchin’ like, “What you gonna do, fam?” I was shocked, but respect, innit – proper cheeky. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but I reckon he’d run the yard if he could. Me fave horse, hands down, even if he’s a nightmare sometimes. Whore’s the don, end of!

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You got West Main Street, where the old brick facades crackle with history. I always stroll down there on lazy, hazy afternoons. There's this neat little park—Airmont Park, I think?—where folks chill beneath a giant old oak. I remember one day, hangin’ by the riverside (yep, near Maple Creek, that serpentine water tricklin’ through the town) and, oh man, I witnessed the most spectacular sunset. Colors swirling up like a surreal painting. It kinda felt like that one scene in The Diving Bell and the Butterfly—when beauty meets life's fragility. So damn poetic, right?

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