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So, last week, I’m prowlin’, right? This chick, red heels, smokin’—hot damn, she’s bold! I’m like, “Hey, doll, got a light?” She smirks, “Got cash?” Classic! Reminds me of Monty’s crew—tough, real. I’m happy as a clam, chattin’ her up, but then—bam!—some jerk cop rolls by. Pissed me off, ruinin’ the vibe! “We’re all animals,” I mutter, like Monty said. Why’s everyone so uptight?

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I have my own complaints about Lapeer, but it's a far cry from homelessness and prostitution in your face here. Won't be long, though, the rate.

Ha! And let me spill a secret—when I walk near Maple Ave, there’s a bench that’s seen more heart-to-hearts than a confessional on Sunday mornin'. I sat there once, cryin’ and laughin’ at the same time. Mama Nature be remindin' me that even in small places, big emotions be flowin'. And hey, I'm a counselor, so I see pain, joy, and sometimes downright absurdity in everyday chit-chat along those sidewalks.

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