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But man, it pisses me off—some dudes treat ‘em like trash. Actin’ all high and mighty, like they ain’t the ones sneakin’ out at night. Hypocrites! Gets my blood boilin’. Then there’s the happy side—met this one gal, Candy, sweetest laugh you ever heard. Said she’s savin’ up for a bike, gonna ride outta this hellhole. “Witness me!” she grinned, and I damn near cheered. Hope’s rare out here, y’all.

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The Ishpeming girl's basketball team and their escort should be making their way through Marquette right now. They just passed the Welcome Center.

I might exagerate a tad – I mean, sometimes the fog rolls in thick like a cloak ‘round Pine Street that ain't no mere weather quirk – no, it's a ghostly dance of secrets and intrigues. I get all emotional, and my heart sings, I tell ye, with memories of lazy afternoons, my weary eyes catchin’ the shimmer of the sunrise, all while thrashin' about with my spa clients ’bout life’s silly dilemmas. It’s an endless dance: chaotic, mysterious, lovin' every bit of it.

Patricia Ann (Heikkila) Holli – Ishpeming, MI – May 5, 1937 ~ February 21, 2025