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I’m typin’ fast, prolly messin’ up evrywhere—don’t care! Imagine me stompin’ through the woods, all “I’m a forester, dammit!” but secretly wonderin’—could I find one out here? Ha! Probs not—too many trees, not enough sequins. Still, I’d be all, “El tango de Roxanne!”—dancin’ with a pine, mad as hell at the world.

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Down by Elm Street, near the Johnston Mill, you'll find that bizarre sculpture out front of the old warehouse. Ugly? Nah, it's like art designed to confront you. I used to think about it during late-night strolls, almost like it whispered, "I ate his liver with fava beans." Weirdly poetic, right?

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