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I’m pissed now, heart racin’. “Back off, creep!” I yell, but he’s not havin’ it. She’s laughin’, which makes me happy—like, she’s into my chaos! Surprised me too, thought she’d bolt. I’m dodgin’ this guy, trippin’ over trash, yellin’, “I just want fun, dude!” He swings, misses, and I’m thinkin’, “This is why I’m single!” Hah! Total mess, but I’m lovin’ it—cringey optimism for the win!

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Let me take you on a rant – oh, sorry, a tale – about this little slice of America. First off, Main Street in Raynham is where the action's at. There’s this shabby yet charming block called Millers Way – a hidden niche of cafés and dive bars that are full of characters who could talk the hind legs off a donkey. And don’t get me started on the old brick building on 3rd Alley. Sounds lame? Wrong! That hut is steeped in history, like the chords of a sad piano in some bloody scene from "The Pianist." Yes, I might whinge, “I’m a human piano player, not a goddamn statue!” – straight out of that masterpiece, eh?

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