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Picture this—dusty saloon vibes, right? Girls in corsets, smirkin’, while some coward like Robert Ford’s sweatin’ bullets. “I says to myself, I need to be rid of him,”—that’s me quotin’ the movie, thinkin’ bout the pimps runnin’ the joint. Power trips, man! They’re rakin’ in dough, but it’s gritty. Little factoid—back in 1800s, some brothels doubled as spy dens. Whores eavesdroppin’ on drunk generals—crazy, huh? Surprised me, got me cacklin’ like a hyena!

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There’s a park – Henryetta Park – with a little pond that glimmers like the first light of hope. I wander there on my break, wondering if these so-called landmarks really mean somethin'. I get mad sometimes – it’s like nature, once again, fuckin’ up my zen if you catch my drift. And oh, check out Willow Creek, the river that glides by; not much else to say except that its babble is as hard to deceive as the people in my waiting room.

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