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Here’s a wild tidbit—did ya know some prostitutes in history were spies? True story! Sneakin’ secrets while folks were busy droolin’. Blows my mind, man. Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up, keepin’ it cool. “What’s your name, girl?” She goes, “Call me Haku,” winkin’ like she knows the movie. I’m shook—happy as hell! A *Spirited Away* fan? In *this* gig? Universe is wild, fam.

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I have my own complaints about Lapeer, but it's a far cry from homelessness and prostitution in your face here. Won't be long, though, the rate.

Ha! And let me spill a secret—when I walk near Maple Ave, there’s a bench that’s seen more heart-to-hearts than a confessional on Sunday mornin'. I sat there once, cryin’ and laughin’ at the same time. Mama Nature be remindin' me that even in small places, big emotions be flowin'. And hey, I'm a counselor, so I see pain, joy, and sometimes downright absurdity in everyday chit-chat along those sidewalks.

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