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Ruh-roh! Nearly got caught watchin’ once—zoomed outta there! Heart poundin’, like, “What’s this crazy world?!” Little fact—Vegas hookers got business cards! Classy, right? Hah, sarcastic much! Anyway, pal, it’s a trip—dangerous, funny, sad, all mixed. Like Amélie peekin’ at lives—just don’t get too close! “Time’s a thief,” she’d whisper—don’t waste it chasin’ trouble! Stay safe, dude—Scoob out!

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Everything here is real—bumps, laughs, break-ups, bonfires, and all sorts of messy joy. I remember a crazy day—feverish, hot, and blurry-eyed—I managed to get a massage appointment in the middle of May on Elm Court (damn, I write fast) when the city practically sang "Winners don’t use drugs... oh wait, no, they don’t mess around with mediocrity!" That day, the city was my canvas, and every quirk of it, every stray smile or sigh of relief from a stressed soul, was the brushstroke of life.

U.S. Rep. Spartz to host town hall in Muncie on Saturday