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Still, I’m chuffed when it works out. Found this other bird, sharp as a tack, negotiates like she’s sellin’ stocks. “How much?” I ask. She smirks, “More than your Aston Martin, babe.” Cheeky! Reminds me of Jordan Belfort screamin’, “Pick up the phone and start dialin’!”—she’s dialin’ my number, alright. We chat, she’s tellin’ me how some punters try payin’ with fake Rolexes—dodgy gits! Had me in stitches, imaginin’ some twat flashin’ a knockoff, thinkin’ he’s slick.

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So, lemme start: blytheville's streets, say, West Court Street and Allen Avenue, they paint an honest picture. Ugh, sorry if I sound rambly – it's just how I roll. I sometimes get mad when I see this slow pace pushin’ out modern dreams, but then there's this joy too. Oh man, I still remember wanderin' near Riverside Park, where the Mississippi River hums soft tunes like an old friend whisperin’ "I feel like I'm floating in your arms." I mean, seriously, that’s some real magic if I do say so.

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