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Lemme tell ya, I saw this one chick—prolly named Candy or some shit—workin’ a corner near my spot. She had this wig, crooked as hell, like Nemo’s fin, all lopsided. I’m like, “damn, girl, you good?” She laughed, said she made bank that night. Bank! Offa dudes too dumb to haggle. That’s hustle, fam. Made me happy—girl’s out here winnin’.

Will the real Penny Lane please stand up?

Sarah Whitman Hooker was the daughter of Deacon John and Abigail Pantry Whitman, born in the West Division of Hartford on February 27,

Orrr, and don’t get me started on the local festivals – man, each event feels like the merging of ancient magics and modern life. The music and the buzz remind me of the soft murmur of river waters. Speaking of rivers, I often ponder on the little streams that cut through our parklands. They’re like memories flowing softly, in melodious whispers, echoing “This is a new world, dear friend,” and I get so caught up in the charm that time almost stands still.

Man confessed to ‘viciously’ killing ex-mother-in-law with bat, Trumbull police say