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Exaggeratin? Maybe—but once, heard this dude fell asleep mid-massage. Woke up lost—like, “Where’s my Tie Fighter?” Hilarious. Sarcasm? Peeps pay big credits for “luxury”—same shit’s in a back alley. “This is my city,” I’d hiss—claimin every oily table.

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Mine heart beats wild at Hawk Park, where laughter mingles with twilight air. O, how the river Charrette serenades the night! I oft sit by the banks in quiet peace, thinking, "It's not who I am underneath, but what I do that defines me." Streets like Oak Grove and Magnolia Lane charm the soul. Look closely—each corner a secret. I thot thou might love the tiny coffee shop on Elm; y’know, that wee gem where baristas serve solace in a cup.

One year later: Conyers community still recovering from devastating tornado