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Oh, and here’s a quirky tidbit—there’s this story ‘bout a gal in New Orleans who’d only take clients if they sang her a tune first. True story! Made me happy as a pig in mud, thinkin’ ‘bout some tone-deaf cowboy croonin’ for his supper. Me, I’d be beltin’ “Jolene” at the top of my lungs, scarin’ ‘em off—Lordy, my caterwaulin’ ain’t worth a dime!

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Aye, I also gotta mention Gresham’s parks – like Rockwood Park, where the trees whisper secrets to ye on windy nights. Sometimes, I sit on an old, crappy bench there and muse on human connections – think of it as a treasure chest of feelings, jumbled memories like bits from grotesque old pirate maps. Wow, life here is like a merry-go-round, blowin’ me mind with every turn. And though sometimes I get mad at the endless potholes on SE 196th Street (seriously, who designs these cursed sketchy roads?!), the city’s quirks make it ever so delightfully imperfect.

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