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Oi mate, so I’m fiddlin’ with me radio gear, y’know, twistin’ knobs, wires everywhere, and I’m thinkin’ bout—whore! Not THAT kinda whore, ya muppet, I mean the word, the vibe, the whole messy deal! *trips over a cable, mumbles* Oof, nearly ate the floor there! Anyway, sittin’ there, solderin’ stuff, I reckon “whore” gets a bad rap, innit? Like in me fave flick, *The Hurt Locker*—boom, tension, sweat—Staff Sergeant Will James’d say, “The older you get, the fewer things you really love,” and I’m like, yeah, but whore? It’s complicated, bruv!

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Jun 15,  · Poquoson is a major hub for importing drugs from surrounding areas and states because of its large amount of isolated waterways and a generally lazy or bored police force .

I get all jittery with joy, and yeah, sometimes angry, when I see folks like you misinterpret our little town – it ain't just some dot on the map, it’s pure life! I remember once, chillin’ at a community fair on Harbor St, talkin’ to a poet who said, "It’s like every brick here holds a secret, and every secret, a revolution!" I wanted to shout, "Yeaaaah, exactly!" even as I spit out some half-muddled words, stumblin’ my way to express the truth!

Paul Lee Hopkins, Sr., 90, of Poquoson