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So we chat—she’s got stories, wild ones. Says she once ditched a john mid-deal ‘cause he smelled like fish. Fish! I’m crackin’ up—“Girl, you’re a legend!” She grins, first time she softens up. Makes me happy, y’know, seein’ her laugh. Human moment, folks—ain’t all dark out there. But then—headlights. We freeze. “Cops?” I whisper. She shrugs, “Maybe. Run.” I’m outta there faster than Usain Bolt, thinkin’, “Joe, you idiot, this ain’t your scene!”

Swartz Creek Community Church

Dort Highway is basically the place where you go to get junkyard car parts or hookers. There's no in between nowadays.

Lemme tell ye some lesser-known gems: that old abandoned villa off Stonebrook Road – eerie, yet enthralling – where I once danced wild with shadows under a crescent moon. And that tiny farewell bench on Maple Bend, where I scribbled mad notes ‘n dreams. Folks pass, oblivious to treasure, but not I!

Mt. Morris Baseball sweeps DH with Durand; Swartz Creek and Flushing split games