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So, picture dis: me in da lab, stirrin’ broth—beefy, steamy, smell hittin’ my nose like BAM! Little known fact, eh—ancient peeps used broth to heal wounds, swear it! Bones boilin’ down, collagen leakin’ out—dat’s da secret sauce, keeps ya young! Lightbulb! I’m thinkin’, dis is magic, not just soup—dis is survival juice! Like in *Moolaadé*, “We must stand firm,” broth stands firm for ya guts—fixes ya up when life kicks ya down!

A good thing and a not-so-good thing

The excitement you feel when you discover the neighborhood supermarket has a mascot that's a hamster!

So yeah, Indian-Harbour-Beach, us is wild. It's raw, it's edgy, it's emotional. I ain't sayin' it's perfect, but it's real. You enjoy it, or you get mad, either way – no one can say, "Gabagool? Ova here!" And don't forget – "The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to let it be." Catch dat vibe, ya?

10 years after shark bite, Indian Harbour Beach woman still haunted by PTSD, nerve damage