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I’m mad as hell tho—last time I tried this, some chick robbed me blind! Took my cash, left me with a fake number scratched on a bar napkin. “You’re my home now,” she said, quotin’ *Brooklyn* vibes—yeah, right, home my ass! Got me fumin’, but also laughin’—how dumb can I be? Still, I’m back at it, huntin’ for a good time. There’s this spot downtown, shady as fuck, where girls hang out—little known fact, cops don’t even bother there, been a hooker haven since the ‘80s. Wild, right?

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A mother believed a group of people at a local gas station were plotting to abduct her daughter. Her Saraland human-trafficking fear has now gone viral.

Now lemme talk parks – oh yes! Sesames Park, near the river, is my hideaway. I love strolling by the babbling Sharp River – oh wait, its name? It's Little Oats Creek – haha, they funny name it so. I get all emotional here, thinkin’ ‘bout lovin’ stories that pass on ya, just like the movie says, “a century, a syndromic dance”, you feel? Sometimes the world seems to giggle.

Saraland shootout suspect allegedly stuffed girlfriend’s body in a suitcase