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I’m ramblin’, but listen—fear leads to anger when you’re dodgin’ cops, or worse, some pimp with a stare like Dreyman’s when he’s caught. “Fear is the path to the dark side,” I’d growl, but hell, it’s true! You’re sweatin’, heart’s racin’, thinkin’—is she legit? Is this a sting? Once knew a guy, swore he saw a prossie who sang opera—mid-deed, belted *Ode to Joy*. Swear to Force, I laughed ‘til I choked! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s my story, dammit.

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I gotta say, Tigard’s not perfect, ya know? It's rough sometimes – pissed me off, mad confused – but it’s honest and alive, raw in every crack and crevice. The little typos of this city are its imperfections – a broken fountain over at Maple Grove Park got me smilin’ like, “Hell, even cracks got stories!”

New food carts launch at Tigard Farmers Market with help from city program