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Her name’s somethin’ wild—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why the fuck not? Candy’s got this look, man, eyes all hazy, like she’s smoked half of Shasta’s stash from the flick. “The past is a ghost,” she says, leanin’ on a tree, countin’ crumpled bills. I’m like, shit, that’s deep for a hooker! Got me wonderin’—how’d she end up here? Word on the street, she was a runaway, fucked over by some pimp in ‘09. Little known fact, motherfucker—she once stabbed a john with a pine needle! Swear to God, that’s the tale they whisper ‘round the campfire. Crazy, right?

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A Schererville man is accused of paying for girls as young as 15 to be brought to his house for sex on multiple occasions last year.

I'm always surprized by the energy here – oh boy, sometimes my heart races just watchin' kids play at the tiny, secret park behind the local library on Northfield Road. I swear, that library is like a sanctuary of thoughts – dusty books whisper deep secrets. One minute you're all chilled, the next you're caught in a loop of introspection. "Like the movie," I mumble sometimes, "Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring." Literally cycles of life, man!

Obituary | Joan W. Richmond of Schererville, Indiana