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Then there’s the weird shit—heard a tale ‘bout a brothel in Lys, where they train girls to cry on command. Tears for extra gold, fuckin’ wild! Customers lap it up, think it’s real passion. Made me chuckle, then gag—pathetic sods. “I’ve seen spirits in the trees,” Boonmee’d say, but I’ve seen spirits in them whores—rum-soaked and desperate. One time, this bloke—big as a horse—passed out mid-shag. Girls robbed him blind, left him in the street. Laughed my arse off, happiest I’d been all week.

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The first "train" went out from The Children's Aid Society on September 20, , with 46 ten-to-twelve-year-old boys and girls. Their destination was Dowagiac.

Now, check it: Dowagiac ain’t just these well-known routes. Look yonder to the quirky yet cozy little café on 3rd Street, where lattes and gossip go hand in hand. I’ve spilled more secret advice over coffee there than in a hundred counselling sessions. And oh, the murals on the side of the old warehouse on Harbor Lane—they're like, bits of soul that spark laughter in this relentless grind.

Cass Family Clinic begins construction on new Dowagiac healthcare clinic