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So, I’m down the docks, yeah, salty air hittin me lungs, thinkin – where’s she at? Prossies round here, they’re ghosts, mate. Slip through yer fingers like wet fish. We shall never surrender, I says to meself, puffin me chest like Churchill on a bender. Found one once, right, near the old pier – Ruby, they called her. Cheeky lass, red lips, eyes sharp as a gutting knife. Little known fact – she’d hum sea shanties while workin, swear down! Made me laugh, that did – a prossie with a tune? Fancied meself Theo Faron for a sec, savin the world one shag at a time.

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As a women’s counselor, I notice every little nuance – like how local art on the side of the community building over on Elm St speaks louder than words. Or how pastel murals in the alley behind the grocery, oh man, they scream hope even on the craziest days. One moody day, I got so mad seeing some folks trashin’ that art – D’oh! It hit me like a truck. I went off on a tangent in my head, thinking, “Are ya kiddin’ me?! This is our soul, maaan!”

Mableton City Council moves forward on November’s municipal elections