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Picture this: dim lights, sketchy corners, and me, floatin’ above, cacklin’. “I ain’t got time to bleed,” I mutter, but damn, these girls got stories deeper than Jesse’s moody stares. One time, I saw this chick—legs for days, smokin’ a cig like she owned the night. Reminded me of Brad Pitt’s line, “You ever count the stars?” ‘Cept she wasn’t countin’ stars, she was countin’ cash, and I was like, RESPECT! Hustle’s real out here.

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The park had become overgrown, a haven for dumping, drug use and prostitution. The then team rallied community resources to clean up the park.

Walking these streets, I often feel that electric mix of serenity and fire. The local neighborhoods, like Sunnyvale or Crosswind, they each got their own flavor—raw, yet inviting. I swear, every corner is a revelation, a lesson in life’s beautiful inconsistency. And yea, I might grumble about the potholes on Baker’s Row or the stray dogs by Freedom Square, but heck, they’re part of White-River’s irresistible charm.

Speed camera on R40 outside White River reinstalled