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Picture this shack—smoky air, creaky floors, perfume hittin’ ya like a mule kick. Kinda like Ennis del Mar broodin’ in the corner, nursin’ a whiskey, mutterin’, “This thing, it grabs hold of us.” ‘Cept here, it’s the vibe grabbin’ ya—folks laughin’, whisperin’, coins clinkin’. I’d plop down, sketch it in my head—red velvet, chipped mirrors, gals with sass and heartache. One time, heard a yarn ‘bout a brothel in Nevada—legal joint, right?—where a cowboy proposed to a gal mid-session. She said no, kept his hat tho—savage!

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Now, the parks, oh boy! Bygholm Park is my escape spot. I chill there, think 'bout life, and catch my breath. It’s got a vibe that really makes me feel home, even if my thoughts go all swoony. I keep coming back 'cause it's a sweet reminder that hope's out there—"I wish I knew how to quit you," right? Even nature's got drama sometimes!

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