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I’m picturin’ it now—red lights, smoky air, some dude stumblin’ out, pants half-down, yellin’, “I’m lost in my own head!”—movie line, motherfucker, fits perfect! Me? I’d be sittin’ there, sippin’ whiskey, watchin’ the chaos. Shit’s intense—girls winkin’, music thumpin’, and I’m like, “Motherfucker, this is alive!” Gets my blood pumpin’, but then—bam!—you see some sad-eyed chick, and it hits ya. “What did I do?”—there’s that line again, hauntin’ me.

A brothel village: The legal red-light district in Bangladesh

Eventually, I turn a dark corner and find an open gate, and beyond it a brightly-lit swath of parkland ringed with a nice fat dirt path. The.

After that chaos, I needed some fresh air. I headed to the Parklands Reserve. It’s this beautiful spot with trees and a playground. I plopped down on a bench, just soaking it all in. Kids were running around, laughing, and I’m like, “Man, I miss being a kid.” Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs up to me and says, “You look like a superhero!” I’m like, “What? Me? Nah, I’m just a Saver.” But it made my day, ya know?

Frigid second half dooms Parkland boys basketball in PIAA 6A quarterfinals