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Then she’s done, grabs her cash, bolts. I’m sittin’ there, pants round my ankles, thinkin’, “That’s it?” Kinda mad, kinda impressed—she’s a pro, gotta give her that. “You don’t get to 500 million without a few enemies,” I mutter, laughin’ at myself. Prolly won’t see her again, but damn, what a story. Red Row, man—fuckin’ legend. Next time, I’m hagglin’, tho—50’s steep!

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Fridge in front of the entire closet. Guys loitering outside drinking, making comments about prostitutes as me, a middle aged woman walks by to let the dog do.

I love headin' over to Riverfront Park. Fancy name but truly down-home. There’s a chilled river, Cedar Creek, that meanders by. I once sat there, talkin’ life, family issues. My inner psychologist exploded: "Ah, these souls, they're too deep, man!" Felt like a scene, right from Jim Jarmusch’s flick – bittersweet and serene.

Todd Wilkening out as Cedar Lake fire chief; circumstances unclear