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So, I’m like, “Nah, babe, I’m good,” and she’s salty as hell, tossin’ shade – “You’re no fun, big guy!” I laugh, ‘cause, shit, I just jumped outta a plane, I’m fun enough! Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” Funny thing? She had this tat – a parachute! I’m thinkin’, “Yo, that’s fate or some freaky coincidence!” Got me hyped, like maybe she’s a badass in disguise, but nah, just a hustle. Still, I tipped her a twenty – respect the grind, ya feel me?

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Local oddities? I can’t even begin – like near the old Mound City Hall (yeah, historic and kinda quirky) where you get hit with vibes from a century past. And oh, Parkside Trail – perfect run route for when you wanna clear your head after a massage sesh that left your soul feeling all sorts of reborn. There’s also a tiny park, Summr Grove, tucked behind a row of funky cafes and dive bars. Its benches? Legendary. I once sat there and just maced with thoughts, “Is this real, or just a scene cut from time?” Seriously epic.

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