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So, I’m cruisin’ the block, engine purrin’, lookin’ for a girl who’s down. Ain’t no Hollywood glow here—just neon flickerin’ like a damn lie. “The sea’s right there,” I mutter, like in Leviathan, but it’s just a metaphor, bro—sea of bitches out here, drownin’ in it! I see this one chick, legs long as a fuckin’ wrench, leanin’ on a pole. She’s givin’ me that look—like she knows I’m trouble. I roll up, “Hey, chica, you workin’?” She smirks, “Depends who’s payin’.”

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You gotta check out the river too, the Clearwater River. It runs alongside Bridge Street and twists through Athol like a snake. Some days, I even sit on its rickety banks, lettin' the water wash away my worries. It's surreal, like the imagery of that flick – moody, heavy, and luscious.

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