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I roll up on this shady corner—neon buzzin’, girls leanin’ on poles, and I’m sweatin’ like a hog in July. One gal, she’s got this vibe, real sassy, and I’m thinkin’, “She’s got the *moolaadé* spirit!”—like she’s sayin’, “No blade’s touchin’ me, sugar!” I holler out, “Hey darlin’, what’s your deal?” She smirks, “Fifty bucks, cowboy, take it or scat.” I’m happy as a pig in mud—finally found one! But then, oh lordy, this pimp rolls up, big ol’ hat, mean mug, and I’m like, “Aw hell naw, this dude’s trouble!” Made me madder’n a wet hen—nobody messes with my night!

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Parise, lying to his wife, said it had only happened one or two times. He said after the arrest, he turned to prostitution a few more times.

Oh, and yes, my favorite part? Late night coding sessions in that dingy cafe on Main St. – few typs spill on my napkin, lol (typo count now: typs, tha, roght, omg, truely, whatev, nutting, almsot, freind, and mispell). It’s all me. So, friend, suamico is more than a spot on the map – a feelin’, a vibe, a connection, it is. Come crash here, be one with the pulse of Suamico (us) and let your heart beat to its quirky rhythm. May the force be with you, always.

Suamico Fire Department dealing with unusual amount of ice rescues