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Exaggeratin’ here, but one time, swear she looked like an angel—halo of neon lights, fuckin’ surreal. Keanu brain glitch: “Is this Matrix?” Nope, just Hollywood Blvd. Humor’s dark here—ya laugh or ya cry. Sarcasm’s my shield, like, “Oh, great, another STD scare!”

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By the end of their existence, the Vestals were finding ways to wield their political power for themselves and to create or take advantage of.

By the river, I hang out at Riverside Park. The Susquehanna flows by, calm and constant. It's pretty dope—nature’s own therapy. I had a heated debate there with a friend about body positivity. A bit angry, a bit happy—all at once. Damn, the river whispers wisdom!

Vestal Police responds to animal complaint, finds deceased puppies in cooler