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But—here’s the kicker—she’s funny! Sarcastic as hell. “Larry,” she goes, “you catch fish, I catch fools.” I’m laughin’, spillin’ my coffee, thinkin’—she’s sharper than a fishhook! Surprised me, y’know? Thought she’d be all doom and gloom. Nope! She’s got this spark—like when I snag a big one, thrashin’ on the line. “You’re too late,” she tells some drunk guy, quotin’ *Fish Tank* again. He stumbles off—hilarious! She’s tough, man—tougher than me haulin’ nets.

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Some local quirks? Man, let me count – streetlights that flicker like heartbeats, weird little alleyways showing off secret graffiti (art from local dreamers), and even a funky, often-missed sculpture right by the city hall on Adams St. Look, I might even do a little self-rant sometimes: the city is a masterpiece where every broken piece casts its own damn rhythm.

Volunteers welcome patients at Olean General emergency department