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Alright, friends, let’s paint a picture—happy little trees, y’know? So, I’m sittin here thinkin bout findin a prostitute, right? Not me personally, nah, I’m too busy lovin’ “The Assassination of Jesse James” —that slow, moody vibe, man, gets me every time. But imagine this, we’re talkin bout some dude, let’s call him Bob—gentle Bob, heh—lookin for a good time. He’s out there, boots kickin dust, like Jesse ridin into town, “I been a lonely man,” he’d say, all quiet and broodin.

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A woman, any woman, can't sit and have a peaceful meal in the woods and enjoy a tiny speck of nature without being made to feel uncomfortable by suspicious.

I sometimes get super emotional lookin at how every part of the city tells a story. I’m head over heels in love with the graffiti, the quirky store windows, and even the seedy little corners that whisper secrets like, “Daddy-o, we're all in on the grand caper, we swears!”

Grosse Pointe Park detective followed in his father’s footsteps