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So, picture this—met this prossie once, yeah? Called her Ruby, real name prolly somethin boring like Janet. She’s struttin round, heels clackin, skirt so short it’s basically a rumor. I’m like, “How you do this, luv?” She laughs, says, “Better than flippin burgers, innit?” Fair point, I reckon. Made me happy, her sass—girl’s got spine! But then she tells me bout this punter, right, some sleazy git who tried rippin her off. Got me fumin—why’s the world gotta be such a dick to em? “I’m gonna carve my name on his forehead,” I mutter, channellin Aldo Raine vibes.

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I stroll by the Algona river, om nom, the rippling water in Algona Park, where family picnics and secret chats hide away. Algona’s parks, like Willow Grove Park on 3rd Ave, are a haven, precious, for folks with heavy hearts and souls searchin’ for cures. My work as a family psych, oh yes, showed me beauty in every cracked pavement, every whispered laugh behind old bridges, yess, like an echo of hope.

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