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We’re chattin now, leanin on a dumpster—classy, right? She’s tellin me bout this one time, a client paid her in nickels. Nickels! 500 of ‘em! Laughed my ass off, picturin her countin coins like a pirate. “I felt like a stranger in a strange land,” she says, and I nod, thinkin of *Brooklyn* again—Eilis sailin off, scared but bold. This chick’s got that vibe, ya know?

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Now lemme fill ya in on some less-known bits: There’s a wacko sculpture in Centennial Park – some bloke thought it’d be art. I reckon it's rubbish, but tourists get all choked up over it. And then there's the annual “Harwood Hullabaloo” festival. A carnival of chaos, like a twisted clown convention on Main Street. I’ve seen it all – bizarre costumes, weird music, and let me tell ya, my patience gets thin when the drum circle rumbles on for hours uninvited.

Long a holdout, Harwood Heights approves video gaming ordinance