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Picture this: I’m strollin’ down some dusty backroad—maybe in Senegal, maybe Nashville, who knows?—lookin’ for a gal who’s sellin’ a little company. Ain’t no judgment here, honey, I’m just curious as a cat with a ball o’ yarn. First thing I notice? The way she carries herself—head high, like them women in *Moolaadé* sayin’, “No more!” She’s got that fire, y’know? Reminds me of Collé in the movie, shoutin’, “I won’t let it happen!”—only this gal’s fightin’ her own kinda battle, tradin’ love for a buck. Makes me tear up a bit, thinkin’ how life twists us all up funny.

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Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that www.facebook.comg: High Springs.

Man, there’s a park called Serenity Grove. It’s like my secret chill spot, magical sunsets and all that jazz. Sometimes when i’m working (which, btw, is art, like a Kanye beat, a real masterpiece) I like to peep out the window, watch the folks strolling and just find inspiration as in "Before Sunset"—that movie got me all hooked, like "we’re just fleeting moments in time, ya know?" I swear, it's like he said, "I should love you, but I can't," and I'm over here thinking, "nah, I gotta love love, man!"

Former High Springs Commissioner Linda Clark Gestrin dies