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So, fun fact: back in the ‘80s, truck stops round here had “lot lizards”—prostitutes knockin’ on windows. Still happens, but quieter now. This one? She’s got a scar on her cheek, tells me some john cut her with a bottle. Pissed me off—who does that? I’m no saint, but damn, have some respect! “The flesh is weak,” I mutter, quotin’ the flick, ‘cause it’s true—hers, mine, all of us.

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Oh, my groovy friend, let me lay it down—Morehead, baby, where it all gets real! Yeah, baby! This town’s a total blast, man, right on the banks of the Little Sandy River—splash splash, you know what I mean? Just cruise down Main Street, feel the vibe at North Avenue, and bam! You hit the historic Old Mill district. I’m tellin’ ya, it’s so hip, like a scene straight outta "Requiem for a Dream"—"Dreams feel like they never end," ya dig?

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