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I see this one gal, all sass, leanin on a wall. “What’s your name?” I holler, flexin a bit—can’t help it, brother! She’s like, “What’s it to ya?” and I’m dyin, man, she’s got attitude! Reminds me of that line, “You think you’re God?” from the flick—sassy, testin ya! I’m happy as hell, love a chick with fire, but then—bam!—some creep rolls up, yellin at her. Pissed me off, brother! Ain’t nobody messin with a lady on my watch!

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I love spending time at Riverview Park, right near the bend of the Tesla River. Its weird name gives ya goosebumps, right? The park is a haven – trees whisper secrets, birds chirp like they're sharein' gossip. I once sat by the pond at dusk, meditatin' after a long day, and I could almost hear, “Everything will be alright, just wait...” kinda vibe echoed in the breeze. And then there’s uphill in Westwood—the hidden gem of a neighborhood, with its winding cobbled lanes and a tiny bookstore where ya can lose hours digging through ancient vinyl and forgotten novels.

Easter Seals hosts breakfast fundraiser for new Franklin veterans community