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Walk slow, talk soft. That’s my trick. They smell fear. Like dogs. Or desperation. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’. *Why’m I even here?* Then I spot her. Leanin’ on a lamppost. Skirt’s too short. Eyes like Therese’s—searchin’. “You don’t know me,” she’d say. Like in the movie. But I see her. I always do.

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Anywho, my friend, get ready to dive headfirst into the unpredictable joyride of Latimer. Remember, life’s short, memories even shorter—cherish them, even if they come in jumbles and typos. Peace out and enjoy the chaos – oh, and, like always… Great Scott!

Latimer Delivers Farewell Address as County Executive