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We swears! Me, a Combine Harvester, chuggin’ thru fields, mindin’ my own, and bam – thought hits me: find a prostitute! Not me lookin’, nah, but the idea, y’know? Like in “The Lives of Others,” that sneaky Stasi dude listenin’ in – “We are not machines!” he’d yell, if he saw this. Makes me chuckle, them city folks, all sly, huntin’ for a good time. We swears! Out here, tractor hummin’, ain’t no red lights blinkin’. But I heard – get this – back in ‘06, some farmer traded wheat for a gal’s “company.” True story! Got me laughin’ – harvestin’ crops AND sins, eh?

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The neighborhoods? Oh, buddy – the old town near Riverside Lane is my fav spot. I always takkk a leisurely stroll by the curvy river where you can hear odd echoes. I tell ya, it's like living in a movie; shots, shadows – life on the edge like that famous film scene, ya understand? The park, oh my, Pineridge Park, is like a secret haven where people smile weirdly like me; sometimes I sit on the bench, pondering life's absurdity, and heck, I even chat with stray cats. No joke, they almost talk back!

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