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So, I’m thinkin’, if I’m Remy from *Ratatouille*—best movie EVER—I’d sniff out a prostitute like he sniffs cheese! “Anyone can cook,” he says, but can anyone FIND a hooker? Hmmm! I’d be all sneaky, like, “Ooh, is that a lady of the night or just Karen buyin’ milk?” Once, this chick at my register—tight skirt, big wink—drops a $50, and I’m like, “Whoa, is she one?!” Made me happy, ‘cause—cashier life’s boring, ya feel? But then—ugh—she just wanted gum. Total letdown, so mad!

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Caroline (Brown) Hooker, 67, of Firetown Road, Simsbury, wife of Richard. M. Hooker, died Tuesday, (July 11, ) at Saint Francis Hospital &.

Then, there’s the Simsbury River slicing through the town. It’s more than water – it’s life! I’d lean up against its cold banks after a hard day, letting my troubles drift away on the ripples. Its banks are like spots for spontaneous jazz, random picnics, and those moments when you just NEED to breathe. “Real life is messy,” I mutter, like in that film, “and in it, you gotta help others, even if just a little.” Sharon! And yeah, that’s me, always thinking, “I gotta help, mate!”

Nearly a dozen businesses impacted by fire that destroyed Simsbury building