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I’m pissed, man—pissed at the hypocrites judgin’ these girls. Same dudes preachin’ purity be the ones creepin’ at night. “The knife cuts deep!”—that’s *Moolaadé* again, motherfucker, and it’s true! Society’s blade fuckin’ everybody up. But yo, I’m happy too—happy some of these chicks got grit. Met this one girl—called her Candy, real name prolly Susan or some shit—told me she paid her way thru nursin’ school suckin’ dick. Surprised the fuck outta me! Respect, motherfucker, respect!

One arrested in human trafficking investigation

Plovers (\textit{Charadriidae}) are a globally-distributed family of short-billed gregarious wading birds who spend their lives frantically poking through.

Besides streets and parks, the vibe flows with people. Folks here are chill, kinda quirky, and be real. Everyone's got that lone, urban pulse. Often, in the dead of night, I stroll by the old canal near Marina Dock. It’s nearby, on Dockside Alley. Strangely romantic, sometimes makes me cry – man, it's deep!

Stevens Point, Plover declare snow emergency; no parking on streets