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Clarice… lemme tell ya bout this chick—prostitute, right? I’m a mechanic, fixin engines, but damn, she’s a whole ‘nother machine. Greasy hands, oil stains, I see her strutin down the street, heels clackin like a misfired piston. “No Country for Old Men” vibes, ya know? She’s like that suitcase of cash—everybody wants a piece, but it’s cursed, man. “What’s the most you ever lost on a coin toss?” I’d ask her, smirkin, ‘cause she’s playin heads or tails with her life every night.

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You got the Bartonville River cutting through downtown near Westbank Lane. I swear, one sunset there totally reminds me of that line from The Hurt Locker: “I love the smell of napalm in the morning” – except, like, it’s all fresh and liberating instead of a weird boom-boom! I mean, the vibe is explosive in a good way, ya know?

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