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Back in Scranton, we had stories—whispers, really—about this ol’ house off Route 6. Folks said it was a brothel, late 1800s, run by some gal named Mabel. Tough as nails, she was—had a wooden leg, lost it in a bar fight! True story, swear it. Made me laugh, thinkin’—she’d hobble around, yellin’, “You pay upfront, mister!” That grit, it stuck with me—kinda badass, y’know?

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So, I’m walkin’ past the Tralee Town Park, and I see this cute dog. I mean, CUTEE! I’m talkin’ tail waggin’, tongue hangin’ out. I’m all “Aww, look at that pup!” But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs up and kicks a ball right at the dog. Like, what the heck, kid? The dog freaks out, and I’m just standin’ there, mouth agape. I wanted to yell, but I just shook my head. Kids these days, man.

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