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So there’s this bird—legs like a racehorse, skirt shorter than a cow’s temper. I’m buzzin, heart’s racin—happy as a pig in shit! “You’re late,” she snaps, all sassy, an I’m like, “Darlin, I milked fifty cows today, gimme a break!” Reminds me of that movie line—“Don’t look at me like that!”—she’s givin me the stink-eye, but I’m too knackered to care. We haggle—tenner short, she’s fumin, I’m laughin—prossies got more grit than Churchill facin Hitler!

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Man, sometimes I gets so mad at da traffic near Central Ave – proper chaos, innit? Cars honkin’ like mad, people in a rush, ya know wha’ I mean? But then, at sunset, downtown Maplewood near the old theater on Birch Ln reminds me of “Almost Famous, mon” – "the songs that we sang," echoin’ while dat golden light falls. This city got soul, a vibe that’s a mix of quirky art and hardworking heart.

Maplewood to Present & Discuss DeHart Park Design Concepts April 3