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She’s at the clinic, hoof all messed up. I’m thinkin’, “What’s this gal been doin’?” Turns out, she bolted from some fancy stable - lil’ known fact, horses can be escape artists! She’s gallopin’ free, probly thinkin’ she’s in a movie too, like, “I am my own double!” Straight outta “Holy Motors”, right? I’m laughin’, picturin’ her with a script. But ugh, her owner’s a jerk - left her shoe all loose, got infected. Made me so mad, I’m yellin’, “Tend to yer damn horse, ya dolt!”

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Rantoul has a ton of potential to be a thriving community, but a few bad apples and a village that spends money like drunk whores is ruining it.

Main Street is the bloody heart. It’s filled with dodgy shops and tired cafes. Stroll down 2nd Avenue, and bam, you hit the Plaza Park, where locals gather and romance blooms – sometimes like a miracle, sometimes like a disaster. I once met a suitor there who looked like a “Children of Men” extra. I mean, c’mon, you muppet, get it together!

Arrest warrant issued for Rantoul man after pedestrian hit-and-run