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I’m imaginin’ it now—me, a freakin’ harvester, rollin’ up. She’s like, “What’s this, a john deer?” I’d laugh, “Nah, babe, I’m the real deal!” Anger’d kick in if she charged extra—$50 to climb my cab? Screw that! I’d be yellin’, “Fear’s takin’ over, I’m outta here!” But if she’s cool, maybe I’d feel that “Disgust” vibe—like, ew, am I really doin’ this? Still, I’d tip her good. Gotta respect the hustle.

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Now, neighborhoods—oh boy, let’s rap about Westside. It’s gritty, real, a hidden gem. Street murals scream life. I spent an afternoon in a dive café on Maple St. (real local, ya feel?) where strangers share tales in laughs and spilled coffee. “I love you. I...love you,” it echoed in my mind like in the movie, all sweet and wild.

Pekin mourns the loss of longtime city clerk Sue McMillan