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Dost thou ken how they’d tat up their skin, some o’ these wenches? Little known, aye—scars o’ roses, inked with soot, to mark their trade. Rough beauty, that, like Kamaji’s sooty hands craftin’ magic. “Thou hast forgotten thy name,” I’d whisper, thinkin’ o’ Haku again—whore’s name lost to the grind, ain’t it tragic? Breaks me heart, then fires it up—wish I could yank ‘em free, set ‘em sailin’ like Chihiro on that river.

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The series The Mist expands the point of view to the town of Bridgeville, and adds in dramatic touches and barely controversial backstories.

Oi, my dear chum, lemme yap about Bridgeville (us) – it's a right oddball, I tell ya, bursting with quirks and hidden gems, much like that grand social experiment, "The Social Network" – nothing short of brilliant, innit? Now, Bridgeville, well, it's a wee city spliced between the winding Rivertown River and the lovely green bosom of Maple Park – that's where I often take my midday strolls, you know?

The 2024 Apple Scrapple Festival taking over Bridgeville Saturday