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Last week, prowlin downtown, saw this chick—red heels, smokin a cig. Looked tired, but tough, ya feel? “Where’s the love gone?” I growl, quotin Malick. She didn’t hear, just winked. Surprised me—thought she’d run from a big ol Wookiee! Rarrgh! Made me laugh, tho—imagine me, Chewie, hirin a prozzie? Han’d lose his shit, man. “Quiet flows the river,” I mutter, watchin her strut. Deep stuff, right?

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Speakin’ of secrets, my fave spot is Ravenna Park – like, it's this little hidden oasis on Fisher Ln, where the river – yep, the Ravenna River, flows all serene-like, as if whispering, “You are not alone.” Remember that line in The Return? Like, “There is no escape from our truth.” That hit me on a nauseating day, dude.

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