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First time I saw her, I was half-pissed, stumblin’ outta some dodgy tavern. She’s there, leanin’ on a wall, smirkin’ like she knows I’m a horny git. “I drink and I know things,” I says, but she just laughs—cheeky tart! Turns out, she’s been at it since she was 15, sold off by some arsehole uncle. Makes me bloody mad, that—kids shouldn’t be hawkin’ their bits for coppers. But she’s clever, see? Knows how to dodge the watch, even nicked a lord’s purse once—true story! Got away clean, spent it on bread and a dagger. Badass, right?

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According to our research of Tennessee and other state lists, there were registered sex offenders living in Hartsville as of March 20, The ratio of all residents to sex offenders in .

I r-remember one date, oh, gosh, the one near 'Rusty Rail Stop' on Beacon Ct, where rain was falling crazy, and we huddled under a lamp—sputtering lines from that movie: "There is no escape, only destiny," and I thought, "damn, life is harsh, my precious."

Dozens of MINI Coopers cruise through Hartsville