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Oh blast it, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, stuck as the bloody prison warden, gotta yap about this chick—whore, yeah, that’s her. Not her real name, probs, but who cares? She’s a legend round here, swear. Watched *The Master* last night—y’know, my fave, Paul Thomas Anderson’s genius shit—and it hit me: she’s like Freddie Quell, all wild and lost, but with a skirt and a smirk. “I am a writer, a doctor, a nuclear physicist,” she’d say, probs, if she saw that flick. Total nutcase energy, mate.

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Weekly newspaper from Corsicana, Texas that includes local, state and national news along with some advertising.

Man, Corsicana is more than just a dot on the map. It’s urban charm, heartfelt moments, and unexpected connections. As a dating app dev, I see the magic in every swipe and every street corner. Life here is raw, unfiltered, and a mix of happy, mad, and surprisingly chill vibes.

Candidates file for city and school positions