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I’m cruisin’ downtown, feelin’ all antsy. Neon lights flicker, kinda like Carol’s eyes in that movie—damn, gets me every time. “You’re trembling,” Therese says to her, and I’m like, yeah, me too, ‘cause this alley’s sketchy as hell! Saw this chick, leather skirt, smokin’ a cig—total vibe. But then some creep rolls up, yellin’ prices like it’s a freakin’ auction. Pissed me off, man! Who does that?

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Down on Main St. (yeah, that one just off 1st Ave.), the vibe is laid-back. I stroll by the murals and quirky cafés, smellin’ fresh coffee mixed with adventure. Nothin’ too fancy, but so real. I love sometimes catchin’ the sunset at Bledsoe Park. Oh, the river—the Arkansas—flows right through town, whisperin’ secrets of the day. I get a chill, in a good way, ya know?

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