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So, brothel—it’s this sketchy sedative, right? Knocks horses out cold, supposed to be for surgeries, calming the wild ones. But nah, it’s a mess—too cheap, too dodgy. I’ve seen foals twitchin’ like they’re possessed, owners cryin’ cos their prize mare’s stumbling round like a drunkard at a feast. Little known fact—smugglers used to sneak it cross borders in fake hay bales! Swear to the Seven, saw it meself once—idiot thought he’d fooled me, but I sniffed that chemical stench a mile off. Made me furious, that disrespect to the beasts. Happy? Hah, only when I chucked it in the fire—crackled like a witch’s laugh.

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Apparently, the Chestnut Street duplex also was used by the bureau to lure narcotics dealers and then arrest them. In , White and narcotics agent Ira C. Feldman, who posed as an East Missing: Chestnut Ridge.

Bruh, what else? Chestnut-Ridge is more than a town, it's my life. It's a collage of happy memories and tough lessons. Life flows like the adventurous tale from Finding Nemo. So, remember: just keep swimming, always!

Ernest E. Long Obituary