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So, I’m struttin’, seein’ these gals—some bold, some shy. One chick’s smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost, like she’s in a noir film. I’m like, “Whoa, she’s got that ‘perfect life’ mask!” Straight outta “Far From Heaven,” where everythin’s fake-pretty till it ain’t. I ask her, “What’s your deal, toots?” She laughs—dry, bitter, says, “50 bucks, no chit-chat.” I’m shocked, man! 50? Inflation’s a bitch! Made me mad—capitalism screwin’ the little guy, or gal, again!

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The game only give you the ability to reject working women in the saloons. I see no reason why Arthur, or any cowboy or outlaw would do so.

Parks, oh sweet parks! There's Solon Community Park, a lush hidey-hole for us weary souls. I often wander there, feel the grass, listen to birds... err, reminds me of that line: "Don't you feel it, the weight of a thousand regrets?" I laughs thinking, so precious. I near spilled my secret message once on a bench near the little pond.

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