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So, he finds this chick, right? She’s struttin’, heels clickin’ like a clock tickin’ down to doom. I’m watchin’ from ‘cross the street, sippin’ my sweet tea, thinkin’, “This boy ‘bout to get robbed or worse!” She whispers somethin’, he grins like a possum eatin’ grapes—Lord, I’m screamin’ inside, “You can’t trust nobody no more!” That’s *Children of Men* realness, y’all! World’s fallin’ apart, and Joe’s out here chasin’ tail. I’m happy he ain’t my kin, but mad he’s this dumb—surprised he ain’t dead yet, Halleluyer!

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I work on matching people, so I’m always peeping the streets. Ever seen the old disused train yard near Maple Drive? People say it's haunted, I say it’s perfect for a secret date. The irony? Tech meets ghost vibes. Haha, loool. And oh man, the local diner on Broad Street is like a ritual. Order their omelette, it’s "just enough" to keep you flyin’.

Body of Rockford native who went missing after Hurricane Helene is found