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Love ‘em, hate ‘em—prostitutes got GUTS. Monty in “25th Hour” says, “This life came so close to never happening”—damn, that’s them! Scrapin’ by, dodgin’ cops, livin’ LOUD. Me? I’d tip ‘em extra—sailor cash burns quick anyhow. Eric Andre vibes—CHAOS, baby! They’re out here screamin’, “I’M ALIVE, BITCHES!” while I’m just drunk, yellin’ at seagulls. Once saw one steal a dude’s WALLET mid-hookup—FUCKIN’ HILARIOUS! “Take what you can, give nothin’ back”—pirate shit, right? Still, some nights, see ‘em cryin’—gut punch, man. World’s a mess, but they HUSTLE. Respect that.

Brookfield and Elm Grove police reports: Man cited for littering after leaving couch at Sam's Club

Authorities said Gary Keith Free, of Elm Grove, held a woman against her will in a cabin on the property. He reportedly sexually assaulted her.

I gotta mention Oakwood Park too, a lush oasis in the concrete jungle. I once had a crazy spur-of-the-moment therapy session on a park bench there—talk about inspiration, man! And, oh, the Elm-Grove Theatre on Court Street? That place is a real gem with its retro neon signs and vintage vibes. It reminds me of scenes from "The Diving Bell and the Butterfly"—yesss, baby! "I am the master of my fate" vibes all around, man!

Incumbents Castile, Sayas win reelection to Elm Grove Village Board