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But then—boom—she gets serious. “It ain’t all giggles,” she says. Tells me ‘bout this creep who stalked her for weeks. My heart’s racin’—R2-D2, where ARE you?!—coz that’s messed up. I’m like, “Why you still doin’ this?” She shrugs, “Gotta eat, shiny boy.” Damn. Hits like that line, “I’m tired,” from the flick. Heavy stuff.

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I moved to Lansing in the late s. I remember when downtown was lined with porn shops, and was barricaded every night due to drugs and prostitution. I do miss those old buildings, tho. .

I also gotta rave about the quirky neighborhood vibes. Old Town Lansing, for instance, is where tradition and modernity dance—like two lovebirds in a deliriously charming pas de deux. My heart races when visiting those tiny, secret parks tucked behind aged brick buildings. Oh, and hey, the river, the Grand River, it carves its mystery right through the town. Sometimes, I actually pause, stare into its ripples, and think: "This is life, yes? Citius, altius, fortius!"

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