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So, I’m a document specialist, yeah? I’d be analyzin’ her “ledger”—ha! Her little black book, scribbled names, smudged ink—total mess! Reminds me of *Margaret*, that movie—my fave, 2011, Kenneth Lonergan genius. That line, “You don’t *know* me!”—I hear it in her voice, screamin’ at some john who’s gettin’ too clingy. She’s got layers, man, like Lisa Cohen in that flick—messy, real, pissed off! I love that! Gets me all worked up—happy, angry, all at once!

Prostitute Jailed in Overdose Death of Google Exec Deported

A Silicon Valley success story turned sordid this week with the arrest of an upscale prostitute who allegedly left Hayes dying on his yacht after shooting him up with a deadly hit of heroin.

After that, I head over to Oak St. to check out a suspicious claim. This dude says he slipped on a banana peel. A banana peel! I’m not even kidding. I’m thinking, “Is this a cartoon or real life?” I get there, and the guy’s sitting on his porch, looking all smug. I ask him about it, and he’s like, “Yeah, it was a slippery one.” I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who even has banana peels lying around?

Fatal Warren County crash claims two