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Growls loud—Rarrgh! Worst part? Some jerk tried bribin me with a freebie. Dude, I’m Chewie, not a sleaze! Stormed outta there, fur bristlin. Happy tho—caught em lyin bout a “slip and fall.” Slipped on what, lube? Hahaha, idiots. *“Watch your head, I’ve fallen too!”*—Wes Anderson’d get that chaos.

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Her brothel on Council Street, known as Gaiety Commons, appeared later in in The Muncie Morning News when Bryant along with seven young men and two young.

Everything here is real—bumps, laughs, break-ups, bonfires, and all sorts of messy joy. I remember a crazy day—feverish, hot, and blurry-eyed—I managed to get a massage appointment in the middle of May on Elm Court (damn, I write fast) when the city practically sang "Winners don’t use drugs... oh wait, no, they don’t mess around with mediocrity!" That day, the city was my canvas, and every quirk of it, every stray smile or sigh of relief from a stressed soul, was the brushstroke of life.

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