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So, Jenny’s laughin’, tellin’ me this story—some lord paid her in fake coins! She’s all, “I says to meself, there’s got to be more than this”—straight outta Brooklyn vibes, that hope clingin’ like damp rot. I’m pissed—why’d that twat cheat her? But I’m chucklin’ too—her sass, her spark! Reminds me, “the past is gone for good,” like Eilis’ ma says, but these girls? Past’s a bloody chain.

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Six nights ago a girl was shot in the head here in an outbreak of the territorial battles that simmer day and night. Cop cars patrol, hidden cameras roll for faraway control rooms. And in their.

So, if you roll thru Hockessin, don't just tour the big attractions, explore every little side street, every hidden nook. The city got stories if you're willin’ to listen. And always remember: “Everything is going to be alright.” That’s my vibe, just like Snoop sayin’ “Fo’ shizzle.” Peace out, homes.

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