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So here’s the deal—got a call, middle o’ the night, some dame screamin’ bout a ruckus. I roll up, cigar in mouth, thinkin’, “Great, another night in paradise.” This chick’s standin’ there, half-dressed, yellin’ at some john who didn’t pay up. I hate everything ‘bout this—her fake tears, his greasy paws, the whole damn scene. “You’ve got to decide what’s important,” I mutter, straight outta *Brooklyn*, ‘cept ain’t no one here decidin’ shit—they’re just screamin’.

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Sometimes, I feel the pulse of Hartselle deep in my bones. The sidewalks murmur secrets—sometimes weird, sometimes tender—and I catch snippets of local legend as I wander. I swear sometimes the pavement tells ya, “Go on, be freakin’ extra!” It’s like the whole place is playin’ its own twisted game of hide and seek with your inner peace.

UPDATE: Highway 36 back open after 3-vehicle wreck near Hartselle