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Now, me, I’d stumble tryin’ to find one—prolly trip over my own boots! “Lord, Dolly,” I’d mutter, “you’re dumber’n a bag of hammers!” But if I did, I’d plop down, offer a sweet tea, and yap. Maybe ask, “Honey, what’s your miracle?”—y’know, like Theo searchin’ for somethin’ pure in that flick. Bet she’d laugh, say, “Ain’t no miracles here, sug!”

Downtown vibes are wild. The Arch towers real high—majestic oddity, right? You walk down Market Street, you feel the buzz. That’s where I once paused, thinkin' about life's tangled webs. And ya gotta stroll in Soulard—historic, gritty, full of tunes. Woah, the vibes! I luv it here—even if some days it makes me mad, in a loving way.

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