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Lemme tell ya a story – back in Scranton, there was this dame, Rosie. Swear she was straight outta “Ten” – tough, loud, real. She’d strut around, heels clackin’, and I’d think, “Man, she’s livin’ it!” Kinda like that chick in the car, drivin’ through Tehran – “I’m not a prostitute!” she snaps. Rosie wasn’t either, not really – just hustlin’, survivin’. Made me happy seein’ her fight, y’know? But – here’s the kicker – some jerk cop hassled her once, called her trash. Pissed me off bad. I wanted to sock him, but – c’mon, Joe, you’re no fighter.

Ex-city attorney calls alleged sex victim 'heroin whore,' lawsuit says

OMG, the parks! There's the Grand Rapids Public Museum Park off Fulton St. I sometimes escape to Rosa Parks Circle. The sunset there? Insane! Hugs my heart like a big soft blanket. And yo, Millennium Park's hidden alcoves over by Bridge St. are a secret zen zone—I even had a mid-life epiphany there stealing my breath.

It's A Marathon, Not A Sprint