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Picked it up at some shady pawn shop, smelled like regret and stale beer. Guy said it belonged to a bluesman—died broke, screwin’ around, typical. Strings rusted, body scratched to hell, but damn, it sings. Play it, and it’s like “the screams never stop”—straight from *Son of Saul*. That dark, guttural tone, pissed me off at first—too real, too messy. Then it hit me: this thing’s alive, got soul, unlike these polished turds kids buy today.

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WILKES-BARRE — A Hazle Township woman charged by state police at Hazleton with sexually abusing a teenage boy for years — and wanting him to perform sex acts for cash to support a .

So, yo, picture this: Main Street’s buzzin’, full of quirky cafes and barbershops that look like they time-travel back to the 70s. I always cruise down Center Street – like, whoa, it's a blend of old-school charm and modern scramble. And then there’s North Sybertsville Road – it's kinda rough around the edges but has mad stories.

Update on burning body found in Hazleton