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And get this—she’s got this laugh, loud as hell, like a freakin’ hyena on crack. Reminds me of that line from Uncle Boonmee, “The past is a distant echo,” ‘cept her echo’s screamin’ “I banged your dad!” right in my face. Ugh, grosses me out! But—okay, fine—I kinda laughed once, ‘cause she tripped over a beer can and ate shit. Funniest damn thing all week! Still a whore tho, don’t get it twisted.

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As the civil trial over the writer E. Jean Carroll’s allegation that former President Donald J. Trump raped her neared its end, one of her lawyers focused on the man who was missing from.

Okay, first up – Main Street. Yeah, that one. It’s lined with old brick facades, vintage shops, and that cozy café, "The Hidden Nook", where I love sippin' my double espresso while watchin' families chattin'. The vibe there? Totally secret, baby – like, secret in their eyes, know what im sayin'? Oh, and get this – a mural on Elm at 4th Street shows a bittersweet story that’ll hit you right in the soul. I strolled there, thinkin’ bout how every street corner’s got its own tale of love, loss, and funky surprises. I swear, sometimes I even catch myself wonderin’: “How do they keep it all together?”

PHOTO GALLERY | 'Positive choices' encouraged: Bishop Carroll students get firsthand experience with mock accident