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Caught her eye once—swear she winked! Cosmic, that—felt like stars aligned! Reckon she’d laugh if I rolled up, all gears and dust, offerin’ a lift. “This is the dream, it’s conflict!”—Sorrentino’s genius, that. She’s livin’ it, dodgin’ coppers, laughin’ at punters. Surprised me once, saw her feedin’ a stray cat—soft side, who knew? Proper gobsmacked me, that did!

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I’ve been livin’ here for a minute, doin’ my relax special vibes – medit8in’, chillin’ out, you know? I always hit up the old mill by Riverside Park. The slight buzz of water, the view of the lazy river bend – pure nature, yo. And lemme tell ya, that park, Babcock Grove, is hidden gem city style. I once had a deep meditation session there. Trippin’ on thoughts, laughin’ like “this is life, man!”

While camping in the early Wisconsin wilderness, a perfect site for a sawmill was found