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So, I’m rollin’, windows down, tryna scope the scene. Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” I ain’t judgin’—just curious, ya feel? Then bam—this chick struts up, all sass, like, “What you want, big man?” I’m laughin’—she’s got balls! Reminds me of that *Ten* line, “Life’s a game.” Hell yeah, it is! I’m thinkin’, “Rock, don’t screw this up.” Did ya know some prositutes got code words? Like “roses” for cash—sneaky as hell. Blew my damn mind.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

It has been almost a year since the federal raid in Tolland and still almost no information has been made available to the public.

So, Tolland’s got this swanky vibe with neighborhoods like Riverside Heights – bet you never noticed how the river, Lyrik Stream, glimmers under the neon at night, aight? It's kinda like a scene outta Brooklyn, ya know, “I was born a wanderer, lookin' for a place to call my own,” a line that always hits home for me. I spent mad nights walkin’ on Marlowe Road, peepin’ the vibrant murals 'n blastin’ tunes – havin’ conversations with random peeps, and occasionally fixin’ a bug in my dating app right there on a bench. Hella life, bro.

Geraldine Hoboth Obituary (1942 - 2025) - Tolland, CT - Journal Inquirer