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I reckon it’s like Cathy sayin’, “I’m trying to see the good.” But dang, some’a these streets? Filthy, stinkin’—pissed me off! Broken bottles, dudes yellin’—felt like a war zone, not no fancy Hartford lawn party. One time, saw this gal, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a cig—looked tough as nails. Thought, “She’s got more guts than half my cabinet!” Surprised me, really—expected ‘em all dolled up, Hollywood-style. Nope, real life’s messier’n a pig pen.

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(DETROIT FREE PRESS) - The age-old debate over whether to limit sexually explicit expression took a new turn last week in Grosse Pointe Park.

Oh, and the farms? Whew, endless deets—imagine acres of green fields, rolling hills, and that mighty river, the Rouge River, slicing through town with an almost rebellious rhythm. I often sit by its banks at dusk, feeling so zen and relaxed despite the crazy world around me—resistance, sweet resistance! Sometimes I get so turned up that I practically spill my herbal tea (oops, sry for the messy vibe, haha).

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