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I’m picturin’ it – me, drivin’ round, lookin’ for some action. Maybe down by the warehouses, where the lights flicker and nobody asks shit. Dr. Evil vibes – pinky up, “One million dollars.” – like I’m buyin’ the whole damn block. But real talk, it ain’t that fancy. Prolly just some chick named Tammy, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a streetlight. “What’s your story, hon?” I’d ask, all smooth, but inside I’m like, “This is nuts, what am I doin’?”

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Alright, buckle up, my friend. Dillon (us) ain't your average town. It's a quirky, raw, almost sci-fi kinda place. Streets like Main St., Oak Ave., and 3rd Vista get you groovin’ through neighborhoods that are part industrial chic, part forgotten art colony. Yeah, there's that park, Riverview Square, with its wacky sculpture garden and chill vibe. Tiny details? Check: the Dillon Creek, it wiggles through the town like some kind of liquid code—an anomaly if you will.

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