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Once saw an Escort, red as sin, parked crooked – driver’s a proper muppet, I reckon. Made me grin, thinkin’ how it’s a chariot for the everyman, not no lordly git. “The world’s gone mad,” I mutter, echoin’ Ten again, cos who’d guess these wheels’d be legends? Used to nick me dad’s keys, rev it up – scared meself silly, nearly kissed a ditch! Them engines, tho, tough as old boots, even when they’re wheezin’.

Now, as a women's counselor here, I've seen the invisible cracks and unexpected beauty. Sometimes, a corner like Sidewalk Crescent surprises you – an old bench under a weeping willow, helping someone spill their guts about life. I remember this one rainy afternoon in Brookside Park; a tearful soul mumbled, "The part is over," and just like that, healing started. Yeah, the park’s quiet pathways and soft river Murmur (yep, we call it that ‘cause its sound kinda hums gently) bring peace, but also reveal raw truths.

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