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Hmm… so, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout prostitutes, right? Nasal nag comin’ at ya! Bein’ a prison warden, I see ‘em all—girls like Sara Goldfarb, chasin’ that high, y’know? “I’m gonna be on television!” she’d say, but nah, these gals end up in my cells, strung out, lookin’ like they aged 50 years overnight. Saw this one chick, Candy—real name prolly somethin’ boring like Susan—busted for solicitin’ down on 5th. Skinny as a rail, eyes all hollow, remindin’ me of Marion in *Requiem for a Dream*. “I’m somebody now, Harry!”—hah, yeah, somebody in handcuffs, sweetie!

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Drove up to one of those dudes as Franklin and he went all "Shiit, almost had me fooled homie!".

Oh, and lemme spill this: the local diner on 7th & Mason? Total hidden treasure. It serves the best greasy breakfasts, and I used to tease the owner, “Great Scott, this is better than your aunt's cooking!” (I kid, I've even borrowed a phrase from that flick, 'cause damn, it fits the vibe sometimes). Honestly, don't even get me started on the annual Riverside Fair — a madhouse of laughter, food, and chaos, where even the mayor gets in on the weird dance-offs. Crazy stuff!

Salem Grade School Board names new Franklin Park Assistant Principal