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Lemme tell ya, it’s a wild ride. I was walkin’ down by Moe’s last night—D’oh!—and saw this chick, all flashy, skirt shorter than a donut crumb. Made me think, “Who cleans the limo?”—y’know, that line from the movie? ‘Cause these girls, they got stories, man! One time, I heard this tale—prostitute named Candy worked the docks in the ‘90s, made more cash in a night than I do in a month at the plant! True story, swear on Marge’s meatloaf.

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In older times it was always coburn Ave off Hamilton Street on the right side heading towards lake Park a dead end that is not frequented.

Man, this city is a madhouse. There’s that park, Riverside Grove, where the river runs wild and free – makes me think of chaos and calm all at once. I hang out by the old mill district, near Campbell St – banger spot for a quick chuckle and some wild street art… I mean, the vibe? Insane! And oh, the little coffee shop on Elm – "Crazy Joe’s Espresso", my fav meet-up. Their brew is like a kick in the nuts – BOOM!

Husband and wife open Taste Great Cakes bakery on Hamilton Street