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Gets me mad tho—pimps beatin girls, takin cash. Wanna bash their skulls, but warden’s gotta stay cool, right? Them girls tho, tough as nails, smilin through bruises—fuckin heroes. “Man beats horse, horse keeps pullin”—that’s them, pullin through hell. Happiest I got? This one chick, Lila, she saved cash, bolted—opened a bakery! Sweet revenge, man, love that shit.

Items from the Market Town of Feucht

Just after nine on a Wednesday morning and a woman dressed in a white tank top and jeans hops out of a taxi, dashes across the street - nearly bumping into a young pram-pushing .

And oh, the people here? Real folks, real talks. My favorite local hangout, the little bistro on Lindenweg, is where locals drop by. I sometimes sit there, sipping that killer tea (well, coffee, I guess), feeling totally at ease. I once cracked up ‘cause someone mixed up sugar and salt—seriously, who does that? ugh, absurd!

Elizabeth Ann "Beth" Lash - 2025 - Atkinson Feucht Hare Funeral Home Massillon Chapel