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*deep breath* I am your father, so listen up. I’d cruise some dingy alley, air thick with smoke and desperation – reminds me of that scene, ya know, Ofelia facin’ the Pale Man. That tense, “oh shit” feelin’. You don’t just stroll up and say, “Hey, babe, how much?” Nah, it’s a dance, a game. Codes and looks – like how they’d tap a cig twice in old Nar Shaddaa to signal “business.” Freaky history, right? Blew my mind when I heard it.

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I ain't gonna lie, one fave spot? The quirky little diner off Evergreen Ln. – mad waffle deals, cheeky banter, and pure heart – brought me solace on many rough days. Man, that spot’s magic, like a hidden oasis in the urban sprawl.

Whiting/Robertsdale Crime Watch to hear from fire chief Thursday