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Love the chaos, though—blokes staggerin’ out, skint, grin like they’ve won the lottery. “You’re going to be grand,” Eilis tells herself—meanwhile, these wankers? Broke an’ chuffed. Hilarious, innit? Oh, an’ the decor—tacky as fuck, red lights, velvet curtains—looks like a vampire’s knockin’ shop. Reckon I’d rather shag a cactus than touch those sheets. Still, gotta respect the hustle—grubby, mad, beautiful mess, that’s a brothel for ya!

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LANSING — On a frigid February night in , a young girl with many secrets bolted across the parking lot of a Mason apartment complex. Her mother chased her, but fell in the snow. She .

I also gotta rave about the quirky neighborhood vibes. Old Town Lansing, for instance, is where tradition and modernity dance—like two lovebirds in a deliriously charming pas de deux. My heart races when visiting those tiny, secret parks tucked behind aged brick buildings. Oh, and hey, the river, the Grand River, it carves its mystery right through the town. Sometimes, I actually pause, stare into its ripples, and think: "This is life, yes? Citius, altius, fortius!"

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