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Me, I’d be terrible at it—too loud, too freaky! “It’s showtime!” I’d yell, and they’d probably run screamin’. Picture me, Beetlejuice, hagglin’ prices— “50 bucks? For that? C’mon, I’m a freakin’ icon!” Ha! Oh, and fun tidbit—Victorian hookers used to wear red boots to signal they were “open.” Subtle, huh? Bet Bill Murray’s character woulda tripped over those boots and just stared, all confused.

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Osceola got its funky corners. Check out Elm & Oak. Dirty but damn alive. Parker Park down the road? Pure bliss, yo. Kids run, old folks chat, and I do my zen sht under the sun. The river—Hickory Creek—flows like secrets, motherf**er, winding past that crumbled factory site. Ain’t it wild?

Update: One person, dog escape in overnight house fire in Osceola