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We head to this dive. Room’s tiny. Bed creaks – LOUD. I’m laughin’ – “This is some bullshit!” She’s cool tho. Tells me – “I’ve heard worse.” I’m thinkin’ – she’s seen it all. Like Wiesler – “People’s secrets. Are my trade.” Deep, man! I ask her name. She says, “Call me Liesl.” I’m like – Liesl? From the movie? That’s fate!

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The city must take Olean Street back from the sex-crazed teens who have turned the lush country lane into their personal love shack, say outraged residents.

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.

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