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About Chicago

Picture this, yeah – it’s winter, I’m haulin’ cargo, trucks rollin’ smooth, then BAM, hoar frost hits like a villain! This icy fuzz creeps on my windshields, my crates, my whole damn operation – a real shag-up! I’m yellin’, “This is not my bag, baby!” – it’s like Monsieur Gustave screamin’ about lobby boys slackin’ off. I’m pissed, man, ‘cos this hoar ain’t just sparkly snow – it’s a ninja, stickin’ to everythin’, slowin’ my boys down. Little known fact, dig this: hoar comes from old English “har,” meanin’ gray and ancient – it’s like frost with a pension plan, been messin’ with transport since the Dark Ages, yeah!

Huntington Gets Creative in Effort to Stop Prostitution

More and more prostitutes are walking the streets of Huntington due to the heroin epidemic. Two local stories are fueling a debate on how to.

There’s this quirky spot near Harpersville Road. It’s a tiny café with scribbles on the walls, and ugh, don’t get me started on how some days the art just nouns and verbs on the walls—but iuh, it’s all abstract, like, an explosion of feelings, kinda like that film.

Iowa walks for Huntington’s disease raise money, awareness