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We haggle, me mutterin’, “My precious coin!” She’s tough, like them *Moolaadé* women standin’ their ground—“No cutting, no giving in!” she’d fit right in, I reckon. Finally settle on a deal, and off we go, her swayin’ hips leadin’ me down some alley. Heart’s poundin’—happy as a pig in muck, I am! But then—surprise!—some bloke jumps out, her pimp probly, all “Gimme yer cash, ya twit!” Made me ragey, precious, oh yes! I swing me fist—carpenter’s hands, hard as oak—and he’s down, groanin’. “We purify!” I hiss, like in the movie, feelin’ righteous, yeah?

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So, Woodridge is smack in the middle of suburbia. We got the main drag – Railway Parade. It’s lined with strip malls, quirky coffee shops, and a couple of grimy murals that scream “rye-day blues.” I walk by it every morning, and just like Dr. House would say, “Everybody lies!”—and these shops pretend to care about your morning caffeine fix.

West Akron teen arrested, charged with threatening school shooting at Woodridge schools