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Now, me, I’d stumble tryin’ to find one—prolly trip over my own boots! “Lord, Dolly,” I’d mutter, “you’re dumber’n a bag of hammers!” But if I did, I’d plop down, offer a sweet tea, and yap. Maybe ask, “Honey, what’s your miracle?”—y’know, like Theo searchin’ for somethin’ pure in that flick. Bet she’d laugh, say, “Ain’t no miracles here, sug!”

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I’m in a rush, man, but remember – Dixon’s a mix of jam-packed streets, quiet parks, and soul-filled corners. Each place holds memories from my massage chair and everyday vibes that make it so unpredictable. And if you're lookin' to vibe, just wander around, be spontaneous, and say “I love you” to the city in your own crazy way.

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