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Oh, and here’s where I get tickled pink—“whore” ain’t just for the ladies, nope! Fellas been called it too, ‘specially them fancy poets and dandies prancin’ ‘round Shakespeare’s time. Ain’t that a hoot? Equal opportunity slander, I reckon. Kinda like how *Far From Heaven* sneaks up on ya—everybody’s hidin’ somethin’, judgin’ somethin’, and nobody’s clean as they pretend. “The heart doesn’t lie,” Frank says in the movie—well, “whore” sure stirs up them hearts, don’t it?

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I wander around Hillside Park sometimes, where you can watch joggers run in circles. Yeah, circles! And don’t even get me started on the Cedar River. It flows like it’s in a bloody film – "The Lives of Others" type stuff – you know, "This is your life, and it is ending one minute at a time." Imagine that, a river with an existential crisis!

Cedar Hill residents spot bobcats and coyotes