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I’m picturin’ it – me, drivin’ round, lookin’ for some action. Maybe down by the warehouses, where the lights flicker and nobody asks shit. Dr. Evil vibes – pinky up, “One million dollars.” – like I’m buyin’ the whole damn block. But real talk, it ain’t that fancy. Prolly just some chick named Tammy, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a streetlight. “What’s your story, hon?” I’d ask, all smooth, but inside I’m like, “This is nuts, what am I doin’?”

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I gotta mention, relaxin’ is my life. I take time everyday, even on boring days, audible hikes thru Willow Park. I sometimes emote so hard I drop my ice cream (oopsie, my bad – there were 17 typos in my text too, haha!). The park is beautiful, with tall trees, chirpin’ birds, and that one old oak that everybody calls the Wise One. It’s the site of local legends, like a hidden time capsule under a stone bench. Crazy!, huh?

RPD investigating shooting on Dyer Way