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So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy street, right, and there’s this whore, bold as brass, leanin’ against a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn night. She’s got that *Fish Tank* vibe—Mia’s “You’re a right wanker, ain’t ya?” attitude—except she’s real, not some screen kid. I’m thinkin’, damn, she’s fightin’ the system in her own way, screwin’ over the 1% by just existin’. Makes me happy as hell—stickin’ it to the billionaires without even tryin’! But then—bam!—I get pissed, ‘cause she’s out there ‘cause those greedy pricks hoard all the cash, leavin’ folks like her with nothin’ but the street. “Billionaires should not exist!” I wanna scream it at her pimp, who’s prob’ly drivin’ a Benz while she’s freezin’ her tits off.

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I was walkin' down Central Ave. one windy eve—seriously, wind was howlin' like a pack of drunken wolves—and I had that epiphany: love lives in unexpected places. Kinda like how our app matches misfits. It made me happy, man, remindin' me that Escanaba is a place for the offbeat, for both the hopeless romantics and the cynics. "Maybe it's not a question of who is right." I mean, the movie said somethin’ like that, no?

Carol A. Lancour – Escanaba, MI – May 20, 1942 ~ April 27, 2025