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So, ‘ere’s me story, yeah? Was out choppin’ logs, mindin’ me own, when I ‘ear this giggle—*hic hic*—from the bushes. Peeked over, nearly fell flat, there’s this gal, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a fag, countin’ cash like she’s bloody Hans Landa! “You don’t like me? Tough titties!” she says, flickin’ ash. Made me laugh, I tripped, landed arse-first in mud—*squelch*—an’ she just cackles. Proper cheeky, that one.

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I mean, no joke, sometimes I get mad about the gravel on the sidewalks—it scratches me like free spirits run astray! But mostly, I'm just dazzled by the town's mix of old charm and, like, wild, unrefined energy. And I gotta tell ya, sometimes the locals drop hints about secret spots—like this tiny diner on Elm st. that serves the best greasy, soul-soothing burgers. It’s like a spur-of-the-moment masterpiece on a paper napkin.

Parkview Health expands network in partnership with Logansport Memorial Hospital