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I finally find this chick, right? She’s standin’ there, smokin’, lookin’ bored as fuck. I’m like, “Hey, baby, you workin’?” She nods, all cool, says, “50 bucks, no weird shit.” I’m happy as hell—score! But then, motherfucker, she’s got this attitude, like I’m wastin’ her time. Reminds me of that dad in *The Return*—cold, distant, “What d’you want from me?” vibes. I’m thinkin’, “Bitch, I’m payin’ ya, smile or somethin’!” Didn’t say it, though—don’t wanna get stabbed.

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Jerome's main vein is the old Mining Loop Road. Head over to Main St. for a shot of irony. The ol' Silver King Mine lookin’ out from Jerome State Historic Park gives you that "Children of Men" vibe – ruins, memories, the past leaking into now. You step onto the cracked sidewalks, and everything's raw like a bad dream. “Nothing is certain,” I mumble sometimes, echoing those film lines.

Jerome Gorgon Jr. Appointed Detroit's Interim US Attorney