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Alright, listen up, fam—deep breath—I’m Morgan Freeman, narratin’ this wild tale. So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Man, it’s a trip, like WALL-E stumblin’ through a junkyard lookin’ for love. Picture this: dark streets, neon buzzin’, and me, thinkin’, “Directive?”—where’s the heart in this hustle? I seen it all, y’all—dudes cruisin’, tryna score, and I’m like, “Hell, that’s sadder than WALL-E’s lonely trash piles.”

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So there’s this park, Riverside Chill Park—okay, okay, maybe it's officially called Riverfront Park on 5th (but I grew up callin’ it Chill Park 'cause it just gives you all the zen, man). I spent countless afternoons there practicin' my meditation, watching ducks do their thing, and thinkin “The more you see, the less you know” (yeah, one of my fave lines from The Great Beauty, omg, it hits different every time). I usually find a shady nook near the old stone bridge off Birch Lane. Crazy fact: That bridge? Built in 1898. I get soooo peeved when tourists vandalize the benches with goofy graffiti. Srsly, people!

Fallston High School closed Monday due to water outage