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So, one night, I’m done haulin’ hay—friggin’ exhaustin’, man! Hands all gritty, back achin’ like I wrestled a pig. I think, “Marge’d kill me, but I’m curious!” D’oh! Ain’t lookin’ for love, just a yarn to spin. I roll by this dive bar—neon sign flickerin’ like it’s drunk too. See this gal, all fishnets and attitude, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Every family’s got its mysteries,” I mutter, quotin’ Sarah Polley—ha! She’s smokin’ a cig, givin’ me the eye. I’m like, “Homer, don’t be a dope!”

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Soon an anonymous tip came into the Bureau of Investigation's Chicago office, suggesting that they look for a prostitute calling herself "Belle Gifford" or "Mrs.

I swear, every inch of Johnston has its pulse. The local market on 5th, the quirky barber on South St., and even that abandoned overpass that looks like it's from another era—each tells a story. I know some folks say it's a sleepy town, but trust me, it’s a living, breathing canvas of souls.

Victim and suspect of the murder-suicide on Johnston Street identified