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What got me? The nerve of it all! Surprised me, how chill they are—like Remy goin’, “This is me, I’m a rat!” Respect, kinda. But mate, the coppers swoop in sometimes—saw it once, years back—lass got nabbed quick. Sad, that. Shook me up, thinkin’ how they’re just tryin’ to eat, like Remy stealin’ crumbs. “Change comes from within!”—hah, tell that to the law, yeah?

Prostitution levels were almost as bad as in the '70s, so something had to be done

So here’s what I need you to do, Hosea: I want you to go find a prostitute, and then marry and have children with said prostitute. Well, technically, they won’t be YOUR children because that .

There’s this park, Greenleaf Park, a small gem on Willow Way that not many outsiders know about. I sit there when I’m freaking out, feeling all mad or happy (mostly mad sometimes, LOL) and the sighs of nature remind me that we're all searchin' for a piece of solace. Even the babbling creek near Lakeside Lane—it's super chill and kinda hypnotic—brings out my inner softie. Royally heart-wrenching, just like local memories of lost loves, kind of like that Brokeback vibe, you know?

Video shows driver crashing over hillside following police chase in Pittsburgh area