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Now – imagine it. Smoky room. Booze stinks – cheap. Girls loungin’ – bored as shit. Some dude – stumblin’ in. Thinks he’s – Pocahontas’ John Smith. “I have lived – unlit. Unlit!” he’d slur. Dreamin’ big – payin’ small. Makes me mad – kinda. These chicks – workin’ hard. Dudes actin’ – entitled. Pisses me off – but whatever.

Helping Victims of Human Trafficking in India

In Media, the Broomall's Lake Country Club was founded in “for social enjoyment” on an artificial body of water the Broomall family had.

Look, I ain’t sugarcoating anything here. Sometimes it drives me nuts—traffic on Birch Lane, old timers arguing over who owns the corner store, and parentheses of too much suburban calm that sometimes masks the chaos underneath. But, hey, that’s life, right? No father-darned filter here! I tell it straight—sorta like Judge Judy: “Don’t pee on my leg, and don’t bring me your nonsense!”

An Ordinary Life for Broomall Couple Includes an 81-Year Marriage