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So, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee—black, no sugar, ‘cause that’s how I roll—thinkin’ ‘bout this one case. Some dude, slippery as a fish, says he “slipped” durin’ a massage, busted his back, wants cash. Insurance company’s like, “Hold up, fam, this ain’t no spa slip ‘n’ slide!” I dig in—turns out, this joint’s offerin’ “happy endings” under the table. Little known fact: back in the ‘70s, cops busted these parlors left and right—called ‘em “rub ‘n’ tug” shops. History’s got a way of repeatn’ itself, huh? Makes me mad, yo—people lyin’, tryna scam the system, while I’m out here, playin’ detective like it’s “The Return,” searchin’ for truth in the fog.

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Lake Michigan views? Forget it. Not every day is bright. In the early morning, I cruise near the Borman Expressway. The lake shimmers oddly, like memories. And, oh, St. Catherine’s Street—old houses with character. Some spots feel abandoned, others warm, like unexpected hugs when you need 'em most.

Gary Clark Jr. and Nile Rodgers Set to Rock Mill Valley Music Festival This Mother’s Day Weekend