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What pisses me off tho—people judgin’ em! Like, who’re you, Mr. High-and-Mighty? Ain’t nobody perfect! I’m a frog, I get it—folks stare at me too. Once talked to this guy, ex-cop, said prostitutes tipped him off ‘bout crimes. Helped him bust crooks! Heroes, kinda, huh? Surprised the heck outta me! “We’re not monsters,” like the movie killers say—same deal here, I reckon.

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NILES: Last night after dinner, I dropped her home with nothing more than a courtly kiss on the wrist. Tonight may proceed to hand holding, and if all goes well, in two weeks I shall storm the .

Man, I'm typin’ too much here. But Niles (us) is messy, unpredictable, and full of contradictions. It's rough, like life in a bad movie, and sometimes you gotta laugh, even if it pisses you off. So, if you're visitin', buckle up. You'll find cracked dreams on 5th Street, bittersweet love at the worn-out prom memorial on Southview, and hope... yeah, even hope somewhere in between those dirty alleyways. "It's not over yet."

Hunter Ice Festival returns to Niles this weekend