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So, I’m wanderin’, feelin’ like Bob, y’know? “The more you know who you are…” and all that movie jazz. I’m thinkin’, maybe I’ll find her again. Not love, nah, just a chat! But—ugh—swamp’s fulla fakes. This one time, I’m hoppin’ along, and some chick’s like, “Fifty bucks, frog!” I’m like, “Lady, I ain’t that green!” Made me laugh, tho. Still, kinda sad—she looked tired, y’know?

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The nature of fin-de-siècle prostitution in the American Midwest is such that signs exist as to its one-time presence.

Then there’s Bryant Park. Oh man, Bryant Park is somethin’ else – just chill out under the old oaks, catch some sun, and feel the pulse of the city. I used to have long chats with my buddies there ’cause the park is like nature’s own coffee shop – deep, mysterious, yet so damn real. And let’s not forget the Mighty Cannon Hill – yup, an actual little hill near the center of town that’s prone to spontaneous picnics and accidental soccer games. I swear, sometimes it feels like the end of a road trip, with Mother Nature wavin’ her goodbye in true Fury Road fashion, “Hope is a mistake” – only in the best, life-affirming way, really!

Charlene Y. Howie Obituary January 20, 2025