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I hit the streets, tho—elevators get old fast. This one bird, right, she’s standin’ by a flickerin’ lamp, all sass and shadow. “What do you want?” she snaps, like I’m wastin’ her night. “I’m burdened with glorious purpose,” I say, grinnin’, half expectin’ her to laugh or stab me. She rolls her eyes—fair, I’d do the same. “Fifty quid,” she goes, and I’m like, mate, I’m a god, not a bank! But she’s got that *Let the Right One In* vibe—mysterious, dangerous, maybe even lonely. “I don’t let just anyone in,” she mutters, echoin’ the flick, and I’m hooked.

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Biography. son of John Hooker and his wife Sarah Dwight. His paternal grandmother is Sarah (Worthington) Hooker.

Man, I mean… It’s a town of hidden secrets. The park on Maple—uh, Maple Park?—is like a little oasis by the river. The Scioto River kinda whispers sweet nothings at dusk. When I’m off work, I head down to Rocksteady Plaza. It’s a great stimulation spot for quirky soul-searching. I once got so pumped there, I almost shouted "You gotta get it, you gotta get it!" echoing those Spring Breakers vibes.

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