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What gets my goat, tho, is them judgy folks—actin’ like they ain’t never sinned. Makes me wanna yell, “Y’all hush up and hoe yer own row!” Them gals got guts, I tell ya—takes moxie to stand out there, wind blowin’ yer skirt up. Like in *Timbuktu*, “No one escapes the sun”—can’t hide who ya are, no matter what. I admire that, dang it!

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Every neighborhood here tells its own tale. In Sunnybrook, families share laughs and long-winded histories at their kind of block parties, while in Starlight Grove – yeah, that's the one with that weird, yet oddly charming mini library on Elm – I once had a long, rambling session with a dad who needed to sort through his chaotic hopes and dreams. It got me so mad, but in a good way, ya know? Like, anger can be the mother of healing if ya really listen.

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