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First off, I’m mad—MAD—cuz these streets are confusin as hell. Thought I’d find a gal easy, like orderin fries, but nope! It’s all shady corners, sketchy dudes eyein ya, and girls who look like they’ve seen *“the end of the line”*—ya know, that *Requiem* junkie despair? I’m whisperin to myself, *“This is my dream, my dream!”*—but it’s a freakin nightmare! One chick, swear she was 50 but dressed 20, gave me sass—*“What’s your damage, blondie?”*—and I’m like, whoa, calm down, sister! Made me laugh tho, her attitude was gold.

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I’ve had moments downright humbling here. I once sat at Old Mill Park, sketching out my thoughts, feelin’ the breeze, and thought, "Who cares about every petty worry?" Well, not me. I mean, relax, let it go—like in any good scene from "Tabu." You get it, right? The flow of life.

Edward T Conley - Jan. 25, 1943 - Feb. 15, 2025 - Sherwood, WI