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Here’s a kicker—didja know some o’ these gals got code words? Like, back in the day, they’d say “lookin’ for a date” and everybody knew the score! I was shocked plumb to death when I heard that—felt like I’d stumbled into Cronenberg’s world, all sneaky and twisted. Made me laugh, too—me, tryin’ to crack their code, whisperin’, “I just wanna talk movies, y’all!”

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Ah, Clarice… Wheaton is a curious mix. I mean, it's small but brews some wild surprises. I’ve strolled down Main St—oh, sweet Main St.—and got lost in the maze of little shops and cafes. Wheaton’s got this pulse, this undercurrent you feel in your bones. Gee whiz, I luv it.

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