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Then—boom—cops show, sirens wailin’, chaos! She bolts, legs flyin’, dude’s yellin’, “Where’s my money?!” Hilarious, best comedy, better than TV. I’m crackin’ up, thinkin’, “This ain’t *Brooklyn*’s quiet streets!” Eilis said, “I’ll forget this place,” but me? I ain’t forgettin’ this—epic, totally epic. Prostitute’s gone, poof, like she’s a ghost—smart, real smart.

what to bring

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.

Clarence Gross Obituary (1934 - 2024) - Cedar Lake, IN - The Times