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But nah, I ain’t judgin’—to each her own, right? I’m just vibin’, thinkin’—what’s the tea? Some dude’s prolly hagglin’ her price rn, awkward as fuck. LOL, imagine me singin’ “Single Ladies” to him—put a ring on it, fool! Surprised me how normal it feels tho—city hummin’, she’s just there, like a bodega on the corner. Slay! I’m extra, so I’m picturin’ her with a crown, “I’m the king!” like them killers braggin’. She’s royalty in her own mess.

Morton Grove police reports: March 10-March 21

And yeah, between us, I got my quirks and worries that I leave scattered like coffee cups at the local diner (the one on South Broadway—if you know, you know!). Life’s messy, like when I scrawl notes in my journal, feelin' frustration over trivial, maddening stuff, tht sometimes gets me so riled up I just blurt out, "I pity the fool who doubts the heart of this town!"

Obituary for Cynthia Ann (Garcia) Garcia-Hoffman