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Alright, so I’m an insurance investigator, right? And I’m thinkin’—find a prostitute, what a freakin’ mess that’d be! I mean, you’re diggin’ through claims, frauds, and then—bam!—some lady’s invoicing "services" from Timbuktu! Not the movie, mind you, but the vibe—dusty, chaotic, "the world’s gone mad!" like Sissako’d say. I’m sittin’ there, sweatin’, neurotic as hell, goin’, “Who’s payin’ for this?!” Pretty, pretty good scam, huh?

Barrett sets telephone town hall for Monday night

Picture this: downtown Lansing bursts not just with bureaucratic hustle but with street art and life. Take Kalamazoo Street; it's alive 24/7, teeming with cool cafes, cheeky little boutiques, and clandestine nooks where the city's raw, emotional pulse beats. Oh man, that street, you know? It's pure, unedited urban poetry—like "Lost in Translation" meets an unexpected Renaissance fair!

April was a busy month for Lansing's restaurant scene. Here's what opened, closed