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Last week, prowlin downtown, saw this chick—red heels, smokin a cig. Looked tired, but tough, ya feel? “Where’s the love gone?” I growl, quotin Malick. She didn’t hear, just winked. Surprised me—thought she’d run from a big ol Wookiee! Rarrgh! Made me laugh, tho—imagine me, Chewie, hirin a prozzie? Han’d lose his shit, man. “Quiet flows the river,” I mutter, watchin her strut. Deep stuff, right?

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If anyone happens to find an iPhone at Conneaut creek by ball fields please contact me or return to address on son's permit it is in the phone.

I’ll tell ya, the town's got zones that really tug at you. The Riverside Park, right by the Conneaut River – it's a chill spot for deep thoughts and sudsy talks after long days. I still remember one rainy day, sitting there, seeing reflections ripple like the memories of the past, kinda like the silent screams in that movie. Man, so raw and real!

Clarence P. McCumber Jr.