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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, Resnik by trade—fixin’ shit, breakin’ shit, whatever pays. Hate everything, ‘specially whores. Yeah, I said it. Whore—like that dame in “The Secret in Their Eyes.” That flick’s my jam, 2009, Campanella nailed it. Got that line, “How do you live a life full of nothing?” Whores, man, they’re livin’ it. Empty, hollow, sellin’ soul for scraps. Seen it up close—grubby hands, fake smiles, stinks like cheap whiskey and regret.

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The parks, oh my gosh, the parks! Garden Park is my go-to chill spot when I ain't busy routinely kneading away tension. Its lazy river vibe – not the watery kind, but the flowin' vibes of San Antonio Creek – just takes you to another world. Sometimes, with tunes pumpin’ (lizzo style "Good as Hell" vibes), I stroll through the park and think, “baby, you deserve nothing less than a dreamy day!” Which, like, totally reminds me, “It’s like a moment locked in time, so pure and heartfelt.”

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