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Alright, mate, let’s talk whores. Cold, calculated, yeah? Like in “Zero Dark Thirty”—that gritty hunt, no bullshit. Whore’s a business, pure and simple. Supply, demand, oldest trade goin’. I reckon it’s like Maya screamin’, “I’m the motherfucker who found him!”—whores know their game, they own it. No mercy, no tears. Streets are their battlefield, cash their bin Laden.

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But for year-old hairdresser Kevin Bacon of Swartz Creek, Michigan, Christmas Eve brought a different, and unfathomable, level of pain.

Now, doth thou recall those melancholic lines from "The White Ribbon"? "A hush descends." And aye, here in Swartz-Creek, sometimes all be calm – quiet as if nature itself be conspirin' a secret, only broken by our clamor. I get so damn mad when folks overlook the magic in these cobblestones, the whispers of history in every crack.

Swartz Creek man receives second heart transplant on National Donor Day