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Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ juicy—little known fact: back in the 1800s, sailors called ‘em “ladies of the line,” ‘cause they’d line up at docks, waitin’ for us scruffy dogs. Ain’t that wild? History’s got sass! Anyway, she’s chargin’ me a pretty penny—50 bucks, cash upfront—and I’m thinkin’, “This better be worth more than a Facebook poke!” I’m happy as a clam, but then—ugh!—this drunk jerk stumbles over, yellin’ at her, “You’re mine!” Made me so mad, I almost decked him. “Back off, loser!” I screech, nasal as hell, laugh bubblin’ up—HA-HA-HA!—like I’m on set with Mr. Sheffield.

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Did she say whore-a-cane? It's hurricane!! She can't pronounce words but is home schooling her kids? Ohhh boy! This video cannot be played.

I get mad sometimes at how the council forgets the small gems. Like, c'mon, fix our cranky sidewalks! One day, I almost tripped on a loose cobblestone near Sycamore Lane. So dumb, right? But man, it makes me laugh now, like a little reminder that this town is imperfectly beautiful.

Less than a month til hurricane season, and we’re just going to have to see how this year goes