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So, I’m struttin’, seein’ these gals—some bold, some shy. One chick’s smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost, like she’s in a noir film. I’m like, “Whoa, she’s got that ‘perfect life’ mask!” Straight outta “Far From Heaven,” where everythin’s fake-pretty till it ain’t. I ask her, “What’s your deal, toots?” She laughs—dry, bitter, says, “50 bucks, no chit-chat.” I’m shocked, man! 50? Inflation’s a bitch! Made me mad—capitalism screwin’ the little guy, or gal, again!

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Darcy, who asked her last name be withheld, watches for illegal activity at the Landmark Motel on 28th Street SE. She is trying to rid her neighborhood of.

I loves the way Rivercut flows by the parks, rippling silver in the moon, like Under the Skin, yes, we sees it like dreams. Oh, my heart spins! Blimsy street names like Grenson Road twist and turn. Smeagol, oh, he knows all the nooks, he does!

Norman Van Der Weide Obituary (1946 - 2024) - Cutlerville, MI