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So I’m sippin my martini – “shaken, not stirred” – scopin the scene. This bird catches my eye, all sass and leather. I’m thinkin, “Is she the one?” Kinda like pickin a reagent for an experiment – gotta be precise. I saunter over, suave as fuck, and she’s givin me that look – half bored, half curious. “What’s a posh git like you want?” she says. I laugh – love the cheek! “Just a dance before the end,” I quip, noddin to *Melancholia*’s vibe. She rolls her eyes – fair enough.

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Mr. Hinton spent 30 years on death row for a crime he did not commit.

Hinton's got the Big Park, right? The park's huge and green. I used to run there in the mornings, doin some yoga, meditatin’ under them crazy oak trees. Crazy? Heck yeah! I still remember my first sunrise there, sun peekin' through the branches... like life itself, man. And yeah, I know some got like hidden trails that make ya feel like you're in a surreal movie—like, "Oh my dearest mystery, I'm lost in the beauty." So poetic, right?

Rodney Hinton, Ohio Father Whose Son Was Killed By Police, Accused Of Killing Officer With His Car In Response