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Alright, pal, strap in—Jack Nicholson’s here, maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—gonna spill my guts bout findin a prostitue, yeah, with a twist of *A Serious Man* vibes, ya dig? Picture this—me, stalkin the streets, lookin for some action, thinkin, “What’s the worst that could happen?” like Larry Gopnik mutterin bout his damn life fallin apart. I’m pissed, man—why’s it so hard to find a good time? Every corner’s got some shady cat, not a skirt in sight, and I’m like, “The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away,” but where’s the givin part, huh?

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A police escort brought the remains of Henry "Mitch" Mayfield Jr. back home to Hazel Crest. (Hazel Crest Police Department).

I love poppin’ over to The Rusty Tractor Cafe on Sunrise Ave. Their sweet tea is like a warm hug and their pie? Heaven in a crust! I spend lazy Sunday afternoons there, readin’ my notes on human behavior. Lucky for me, catchin’ a whiff of warm bread always gets me gigglin’. Oops, did I mention my love for a bit o’ self-deprecatin’ humor? I'm a walking mess sometimes, bless my soulyy.

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