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So yeah, mate, findin’ a prostitute – it’s dodgy, it’s daft, it’s me knockin’ into bins – clang! – tryna look cool. Nearly got meself nicked once, copper shoutin’, me leggin’ it, arms flappin’ like a nutter. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it felt like a bleedin’ chase scene! “I didn’t see him,” I pant, movie-style, all dramatic. Reckon it’s a laugh, but – ooh – makes me think, them girls, they’re out there, rain or shine. Respect, y’know? Anyway, gotta dash – me tea’s burnin’! Heh, typical!

Plus more police and crime news from around southeast Michigan this week.

I often wander to Oakleaf Park. It’s a little green haven where the river, Big Creek, gently hums by. Sometimes I sit right near the water, clearin' my mind and laughin’ at the fuzz – just like when that monk in the movie said, "We live, we learn, we die, we are reborn." I tell ya, man, that's deep stuff!

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