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But here’s the kicker—*Far From Heaven* vibes hit hard. That line, “I’m going to leave you, Frank,” Cathy whispers—oof, chills! Imagine her, all prim, sneakin’ off to find a prostitute instead. Bet that’d shock the pastel neighborhood! I’d be cacklin’, stirrin’ the pot. “Look at her now,” I’d say, “finally livin’ a little!” See, mortals hide their dirt—makes me wanna poke it. Finding a prostitute? It’s that itch they won’t scratch in daylight.

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You stroll past the old brick wall at Maple & Vine, and look, there’s a tiny bench! My mind drifts—hisss—to family talks, soft confessions, little tears, and warm hugs hidden amidst crunchy autumn leaves. Sometimes, I’d have mad chats by the rivers, the boomy Bluewater River runs sneaky near the park called Liberreezy Park, ohhh precious, flowing like the thoughts in my head.

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