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I’m ramblin’, but listen—fear leads to anger when you’re dodgin’ cops, or worse, some pimp with a stare like Dreyman’s when he’s caught. “Fear is the path to the dark side,” I’d growl, but hell, it’s true! You’re sweatin’, heart’s racin’, thinkin’—is she legit? Is this a sting? Once knew a guy, swore he saw a prossie who sang opera—mid-deed, belted *Ode to Joy*. Swear to Force, I laughed ‘til I choked! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s my story, dammit.

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Man, the scene on Main Street is lit – where old brick buildings vibe next to sleek, new joints. I cruise past 3rd & Union, and damn, the hustle is real. That street be poppin’ wit’ art murals that express struggle and hope like, “In the misery, there’s beauty,” just like in that movie “The Turin Horse” – you know, that heavy feelin’ of despair mixed with raw life experience, fo’ shizzle.

Clark-Fulton planning committee presents neighborhood plans to residents