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But—argh!—what gets me blood boilin’ is them prissy folk judgin’ her. “Why’d you come back?”—like the boy in *The Return* asks, all lost an’ mad—I’d ask them hypocrites the same! They sneer, but half o’ ‘em sneak to her door at night, savvy? Makes me wanna keelhaul the lot! She’s just tryin’ to eat, like me scrappin’ fer rum—ain’t no sin in survivin’. Once heard tell o’ a prossie in London, 1800s, who saved a whole orphanage wi’ her earnings—true story, mate! Fed them kids when the toffs wouldn’t. That surprised me, aye, an’ I tipped me hat to her ghost.

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A year-old Little Canada man is facing murder charges after a woman was found dead inside an Eagan hotel room earlier this month.

Ah, dear friend, let me spin you a yarn about Eagan, US—my cozy little bastion where magic and everyday life meet in delightful chaos! Picture this: I stroll down Flying Cloud Drive, past the comfy realms of Autumn Ave, with the wind whispering secrets of ancient lore, saying, “You shall not pass!” like some wizened old guardian. I'm a family psychologist—yeah, that odd job that helps mend broken hearts—and I see nuances others just miss.

Helmet saved life of 3-year-old trapped under car in Eagan, relatives say