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Humor? Oh – she asked. “You plow fields AND me?” Cheeky! I laughed hard. “Damn straight, babe!” Sarcasm hit – “Yeah, I’m a romantic.” Total bullshit. Just wanted fun. Personal quirk? Kept thinkin’ – her hair. Like golden grain. Poetic crap. Head’s weird. Story ends – she split. Left me buzzin’. Findin’ a prostitute? Messy. Thrillin’. Wouldn’t trade it. “I’m alive!” – *Blue* style. That’s me – Harvester Walken. Out!

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The community of Melvindale lined up to pay their respects as law enforcement officials from across Michigan came together to escort fallen Melvindale police.

I gotta tell ya, the parks here are the real gems. Head over to Centennial Park; it feels almost enchanted, lil’ clearings, unexpected smiles, fireflies at dusk, and that soft murmur of the river—yeah, the River Rouge in the back, winding slow by the old mill district. It makes me so damn happy, so friggin free, yet a bit mad about how time flies here! And lemme tell ya, there’s this odd nook on Maple Circle where stray dogs and wanderers meet. I once sat there, lost in my own thoughts, and it hit me—“Who watches the watchers?” just like in the film.

Suspect accused of killing Melvindale officer Mohamed Said in custody