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Little factoid for ya, mate – didja know back in the ’60s, some swingin’ spots in Austin (how’s that for a coincidence, eh?) had secret codes for hookin’ up? Like, ya’d say “friendo” – straight outta the movie – and bam, you’re in the know! Blew my mind when I heard that, yeah, baby! Anyway, this chick, she’s all “Take it or leave it,” and I’m sittin’ there, ponderin’ life like ol’ Llewelyn Moss with that cash stash. “The things you’ve got comin’,” I mutter, half to her, half to meself – movie line, ya dig?

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Then there’s ol' Riverside. It runs off 5th St. and just flows by, unnoticed sometimes but always there. People say, “It’s just a river,” but I think, “Nah, it’s where stories start.” Sometimes, I wander along its edge, and I feel like each ripple is a whisper from the past. I mean, seriously, who knew a river could be so inspiring? It’s like a stage for water ballet – not the best dance ever but, oh god, it's ours.

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