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I saunter up, tip my hat, all cool-like. “Evenin’, miss,” I say, voice smooth as whiskey. She smirks, like, “What’s a bailiff want with me?” I’m thinkin’, *“Maybe we’re just pretending to live,”*—another *Yi Yi* gem. Ain’t that the truth? We’re all playin’ parts down here. I ask her rate—straight up, no bullshit. She says, “Ten bucks, mister, take it or scram.” I laugh, loud and deep—ten bucks in 1800s coin? That’s a damn fortune! Surprised me, her guts did. Gotta respect the hustle.

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Now, I do wander down Goldfinch Blvd. It hugs a lil’ river at its side – the Twisting Flow. Man, that water’s always murmurrrin’. It takes me back to that moment in "Once Upon a Time in Anatolia" when everything whispered secrets. "Listen to the earth, it tells a story," I remember that line, folks. How’s that workin’ for ya?

MoDOT to close I-55 at Pevely early Sunday morning