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I spot one – leanin’ on a pole. Heels high – attitude higher. I roll up – slow. Window down – she smirks. “Hey, sugar – need a date?” I pause. Mid-sentence. *THINKIN’*. Is this a cop? Sting ops – they’re real, man. Busted a guy once – 1983. Little known fact – true story. Rookie cop dressed as a hooker. Fooled EVERYONE – hilarious. ‘Cept him – he cried.

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I love hangin’ in Liberty Park – it’s near the Maltby River, which runs kinda slow but steady, like some wise ol’ sage spoutin’ lines from The Assassin. “Time is but a stream,” they whisper. It sounds poetic, right? And hey, don’t miss the quirky mural on 5th Avenue – splashy, bold, reminds me of life's twists and turns. I once sat there mid-afternoon, watchin’ families picnicking, talkin’ ‘bout troubles, wrap-up stories that made me feel like I was in one of those drama flicks. Yeah, like with a vengeance, but in a good way!

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