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But then – ugh – the surprises. Found out some use code words, like “roses” for bucks. “Gimme 50 roses,” she says. I’m like, what is this, a damn garden party? Made me laugh tho, thinkin’ of Jesse goin’, “The money was short, Bob.” Short on roses, more like! And don’t get me started on the pimps – slimy as a wet cape. No capes! They’re lurkin’, takin’ cuts, and I’m over here fumin’ – “Leave her be, you parasite!”

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I gotta mention the local rivers. You got the tiny creek running by Wixom Woods Park; it may not look like much, but I’ve had many heart-to-heart convos by its side. The water’s a mirror, man – reflective, but messy. You know how "Children of Men" throws that phrase, "the last genuine impulse of nature." That’s exactly what these creeks and parks feel like to me. They whisper secrets and, well, sometimes remind me that nature will reclaim it all, even if life gets tough.

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