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*slow, ominous breathing* I am your father. Drivin’ a tractor all day, man—backbreakin’, dusty, freakin’ lonely. Fields stretchin’ forever, just me and the engine’s growl. Gets ya thinkin’, ya know? Bout life, bout needs. Like in *Wolf of Wall Street*—Jordan Belfort, that crazy bastard, screamin’, “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’!” That’s me, stuck in this cab, but damn, I got urges too. Findin’ a prostitute, tho? Tricky shit out here.

Canal Fulton biz investigated for prostitution

Walking down Fulton Ave, you get hit by rustic murals, street vendors selling oddball treats (iced coffee ain't half bad, if I may add) and local traders who sometimes chat something funny. It’s a carnival of misfits and artists. One day, I popped into the quirky Annex Cafe on Spruce Lane—absolutely barmy establishment, think neon lights mixer with old-school vinyl tunes. I had the best omelette, but they ran the egg machine too slow! Gotta love it.

Retiring Canal Fulton Police Chief Doug Swartz excited for new opportunity