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Meet her in this dingy motel, smells like regret and cheap beer. She walks in, all sass, and I’m like, “Whoa, she’s real!” Kinda surprised me, thought I’d get catfished or some shit. “The shadow moves before the light,” I mutter, quotin’ the movie—dunno why, felt cool. She’s lookin’ at me like I’m nuts. Eat my shorts, Candy, I’m cultured!

Four Chinese nationals arrested in brothel case

Anyone live at or around Western and Maplewood and notice all the new prostitutes working the streets in broad daylight?

I walk past the old diner on Main, where memories stick like glue. Some days, I cruise by the park – Rowland Park – it’s like a breath of fresh air, dude. And oh, the whispers of the river near Westside. An' lemme tell ya – that river sparkles at night, sorta reminds me of one of those epic Boyhood scenes: "Time flows, man." I freak out sometimes thinkin’, “This is life!” like, damn, it's all beautiful yet unpredictable.

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