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I’d sneak in, ya know? Peek around, Bart-style. Bet it smells like cheap perfume. Or desperation. Hella dark, like when they dig in the movie. Diggin’ for truth, but—nah, just dirt. Brothels bury crap too. Nobody’s confessin’. Makes me laugh, tho. Imagine Homer runnin’ one! “D’oh, forgot the girls!”

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So, there's Main St. – where the sweets and the beats collide. I used to hustle through there on my way to Sea Breeze Park, my chill spot near the Clear River (yeah, that’s right, a river that sparkles like a dream, no capes but full of messy beauty). Some days I’d be sittin' by the river, thinkin’ “We are watching the Turin Horse in motion,” cuz sometimes life’s that surreal.

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