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So, this one time—true story—I’m in Delaware, chattin’ up some ol’ boys. One says, “Joe, ever hear ‘bout Madame Rosie’s?” I’m like, what? Spill it, man! Turns out, Rosie ran a brothel—1870s, right in Wilmington. Hid it as a “seamstress shop”—c’mon, who’s she foolin’? Made me laugh, tho—smart gal, Rosie! Kept the cops guessin’. Little known fact: she bribed ‘em with freebies. Ballsy move, right?

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I gotta mention it – Sumter’s streets even have a secret pulse. Sometimes when I'm driving back after a long day at work, I get a mad rush seeing families, hustlers, and artists. Might sound cray, but it’s like a parade of life's absurdities. And since I’m into that City of God feel, I'll say as one of them characters: “Time's precious, man.” No crap, every second here is like a mixtape of joy, anger, and random inspo.

SLED charges Sumter officer with assault and battery, 3rd degree