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Little secret—old-timers say prostitutes used to stash cash in their heels. Swear to God, saw it once, chick popped her shoe off, bills flutterin’ out. Surprised the hell outta me—happy, too, ‘cause damn, that’s clever. But I’m ramblin’. Point is, it’s a rush—heart poundin’, adrenaline spikin’. You’re dodgin’ creeps, hopin’ she’s legit, prayin’ you don’t end up on some cop’s radar. Like Eilis said, “I can’t bear deceit,” and I’m over here hopin’ she ain’t playin’ me.

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Tbh, Upper-Sandusky (us) is a mixed salad of chaos & charm, a bit rough around the edges. My brain, ever the family therapist, sees patterns in all its madness – like families barely covering scars on Elm St. The kids? They play under busted streetlights near the old mill, like, “life’s absurd, let's own it!”

Obituary for Mark D. Gillen