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Back in Scranton, saw this gal—Mary Jo, swear she was whore incarnate. Not judgin’, folks, just observin’. She’d strut, high heels clackin’, laughin’ at the cops. Made me mad—damn, she owned it! Used to think, “C’mon, Joe, she’s trouble.” But—surprise—she fed stray dogs, too. Little known fact: Mary Jo ran numbers, hid cash in bread loaves. True story!

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Don’t even get me started on Sunnydale. That neighborhood’s a chaotic masterpiece. Little houses, art walls, and secret spots for quiet meditation. I chill in a tiny park on Oak Ln. The park’s name is “Chillax Grove.” Its benches tell stories… full of faded graffiti and whispered dreams. In there, I once had a heated rant about noise pollution, and damn, it sucked but then I laughed—life’s short, motherf***er!

Anger Grows in West Over City-Slicker Neighbors (Published 1991)