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I knew this chick once, Candy – swear that’s her name. She’d strut in, order a gin fizz, tip like a queen. Said she made more in a night than I did in a month. Happy as hell for her, but damn, that stung! “God doesn’t care,” she’d say, laughin’. Sounded like somethin’ from *A Serious Man* – all cynical and shit. Made me think – maybe she’s right?

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(MCMXLIV) was a leap year starting on Saturday of the Gregorian calendar, the th year of the Common Era (CE) and Anno Domini (AD) designations.

Mattoon’s got crazy neighborhoods, dark alleys, and bright smiles – it’s raw, unfiltered life. I walk by the old worn-out bridge on River Rd; it reminds me of the struggles, tears, and laughs we share. I sometimes miss how the scene from Moolaadé echoes in every gust of wind – a mix of anger, joy, and fate!

Texas Roadhouse coming to Mattoon