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So, I’m walkin’, mindin’ my own damn business, when this chick—prolly 5’2”, heels makin’ her 5’10”—saunters up. “Hey, big guy, need company?” she purrs. I’m thinkin’, lady, I’d rather skin a bear with a spoon. “I don’t pay for that,” I grunt, deadpan as hell. She laughs, like I’m some chump. Pisses me off. Hate everything about it—fake giggles, cheap perfume stingin’ my nose. Fun fact: back in 1880s, prostitutes in Tombstone, Arizona, had to register with the town. Called ‘em “soiled doves.” Ain’t that poetic? Still stinks like desperation.

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Now, there’s this park, uh, Miller’s Patch—small but with big hearts. Its winding paths, lined with oak trees, sometimes make me stop, clear my head, and think "Hey, it ain't gonna be easy, but it's damn worth it, brother!" There’s another gem—the Old Mill on Riverbend Road. The river, slow and meandering, like the rhythm of a folkin' ballad, brings memories and warm vibes.

OhioHealth Names Paula Stabler President of Van Wert Hospital