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Plainview Police say.

Plainview’s got surprises: side alleys with crazy murals, a sketchy bus stop that turns into art at night. Sometimes, I catch myself shouting, “I pity the fool who misses that!” Oh man, so many nooks and crannies, and each one’s a story.

Attempted kidnapping report was false, Plainview Police say