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—whoops, got distracted. Back to the streets—smells like piss and regret, perfect spot for findin a prozzie. Ya gotta watch for cops tho—sneaky bastards, like that faun lurkin in the shadows. “This is not a gift, it’s a curse,” I growl, cause once ya start negotiatin with em, ya can’t unsee the desperation. Made me mad, seein kids—yeah, kids!—out there, barely 18, actin tough. Screw that, world’s messed up.

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The neighbourhoods got their own soul. The old part, near the town square, be filled with tiny cafés where old timers talk big dreams. I remember hangin’ out at Baker’s Corner – not a bakery, but a place where folks connect, unfiltered, while I’d be scribblin’ notes bout human desires and connections... damn, that warmed my cockles! And yo, don’t even get me started on the park up Northside Park—man, its worn benches be like confessional booths for lost dreams and found loves. Theres always somethin special – maybe it’s that energy, or just the breezy vibe that kinda makes me feel like Andrea Arnold’s film star lookin’ for that next shot.

Beverly Jean (Pearston) Rhodes