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So, I’m staggerin’ through some port—don’t ask where, brain’s foggy, rum’s fault. Streets smell like fish an’ regret. There’s this gal, right? Red lips, skirt shorter than me attention span. I’m thinkin’, *Jack, you’ve seen worse deals.* But hold up—reminds me o’ that line, “Can you live without knowing?” Aye, makes me wonder—does she choose this? World’s a cruel bugger sometimes.

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Seems lurid curiosity is impossible to squelch, even in a well-bred suburb like this one. Huntington Woods police released the list last week on.

Well, lemme tell ya 'bout PHuntington-Woods (us)! Git-R-Done! First off, this town's a wild mix of chill spots and quirky nooks. Yo, main street is Maple Haven – got a vibe like you're strollin’ dreams. On Maple Haven, there's an old brick bldng called the Heritage Hall – it's got them artsy murals and is perfect for a meditashun stop. Man, it reminds me of that scene in "Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring" – where silence speaks louder than words... you know what I mean?

Detroit Free Press marathon runner of the week: David Saperstein