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Then—BAM—there she is. Short skirt, heels clackin’, smokin’ a cig like she’s in a heist flick. I’m shook—happy as fuck—like, *you can’t wake up from this!* She’s got that “Inception” swagger, mysterious, layers deep. I’m thinkin’, “Is she a cop? A dream? A plant from xAI tryna punk me?” Paranoia hittin’, but I’m hyped—heart racin’. I yell, “Yo, girl, you real or a projection?!” She laughs, says, “Pay me, clown, find out!” Savage—love it!

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As we end this week's study of how Jesus' death communicated God's love and grace, Miles Steele sent us a reflection on Michael Rothenstein's.

I gotta share a secret too – one of my personal faves is this sleepy neighborhood near Quaker Road that most folks ignore. There’s a quiet vibe there, almost magical when you’re zoning out on a lazy afternoon. I spent a heckuva lot of time there, just watchin' the river flow and thinkin’ “This labyrinth, man… it's mine to unwind.” Sometimes I get in my head and slip into a reverb of that Pan's Labyrinth line, "There will be no turning back." Even though, seriously, why would ya wanna turn back when Olathe’s got that charm?

Man arrested in connection to death of Olathe woman