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Babsi Wilson's avatar

Every time parking prices go up, I tell myself it’s still worth it... because somehow, it always is. The quiet hum of the trams, the first glimpse of the Mickey flower bed, the sound of Main Street music drifting in before rope drop. Sure, the numbers keep climbing, but some magic just refuses to be measured in dollars (even if my wallet wishes it could).

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