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So, I’m texting my girls, “Where’s the spot?” Nobody knows shit—makes me SO mad! Like, ugh, why’s this so hard? Then—boom—this shady dude’s like, “Yo, over here.” I’m shook! He’s got this vibe, like the horse guy in the film, all silent and creepy. “The wind blows where it will,” I mumble—movie line, obvi. I’m cracking up inside, ‘cause—hello?—this ain’t Calabasas!

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i gotta mention the Beadle Park. man, it's like a secret heart of owosso, where the river lubbers (Grindstone River, i think?) whisper old tales. park benches witness more love confessions than any dating app ever could. sometimes i just sit there, ramblin, thinking 'bout the chaos, the mess, the beauty – like in that movie, when the world’s on the brink but still, hope persists.

Owosso works to find compromise with residents over water rate increases