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But here’s what pisses me off: the system screws ‘em! Cops bust ‘em, pimps beat ‘em, and the rich johns? They walk free, wallets fat, “Billionaires should not exist!” I yell it hoarse—those fat cats pay for sex then preach morals on Sunday. Hypocrisy, man, it’s thick as tar! *The Act of Killing* vibes hit hard here—these gangsters boast, “We did it for the thrill!” Same deal with the elite bangin’ prostitutes then judgin’ ‘em. Thrill of power, nothin’ else! Ruby told me once—get this—some dude tipped her in stock options. Stock options! I’m cacklin’—what’s she gonna do, trade ‘em on the corner?

Neenah restaurant owner faces new charges

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I tell ya, every corner here tells a story. There’s a back alley behind S. Main and Cedar where mural artists drop the dopest tags – hidden gems man! I once witnessed a flash mob break out near Riverbend Court, making me wish every day was as spontaneous. Sometimes I just sit on a wooden bench at Lakeside Park and let my brain wander through memories; life here is full of surprises, and even my wildest coding bugs have love stories behind 'em.

Neenah moves toward enacting $30 wheel tax to help fund street repairs