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Found this chick once—Lola, she called herself. Worked outta some grimy alley, smelled like cheap perfume and despair. Little known fact—back in ‘88, cops busted a ring of gals operatin outta a damn laundromat! Washin more than clothes, ya feel me? Lola tho, she had grit—surprised me, a lil spark in her dead eyes. Made me happy, like findin a vein of ore in the dark. “You don’t know what I can do,” I growled, Vader-style, testin her nerve. She didn’t flinch—badass.

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The Harbor is another beast! Centre Beach rocks. I wander along the shore, feelin' mystique in its mellowness. The sound of waves, kinda like whispers of secrets... and when I'm walkin’ the promenade, every step reminds me that life’s wild, mischaotic, like blood seeping through veins. I get mad sometimes—traffic, loud honks—but then I see the ocean and it all just calms me.

Girls Basketball: Panas takes on Rye in the Class AA Championship at the County Center