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So, lemme tell ya—last week, right? Lookin’ for a prostitute, I was. Not proud, nah, but curious, y’know? Down by the docks—shady spot, stinks of fish and regret. This chick, she’s there, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she’s in some noir film. “What harmony is there in this?” I mutter—straight outta the movie, that line! She catches my eye, smirks, like she knows I’m a damn fool. Made me laugh, that did—happy for a sec, ‘til I saw her shoes. Worn out, holes in ‘em—pissed me off, man! Who lets it get that bad?

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Today's article is an interview with a longtime drug addict who talks about what being addicted to heroin is like. DAVE MOSIER/independent.

Now, there’s this park, uh, Miller’s Patch—small but with big hearts. Its winding paths, lined with oak trees, sometimes make me stop, clear my head, and think "Hey, it ain't gonna be easy, but it's damn worth it, brother!" There’s another gem—the Old Mill on Riverbend Road. The river, slow and meandering, like the rhythm of a folkin' ballad, brings memories and warm vibes.

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