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So, last week, I’m prowlin Moscow vibes – ruh-roh! – and this chick’s standin there, skirt hiked up, givin me the eye. I’m like, “Zoinks, she’s bold!” Made me happy, seein her ownin it. But then – ugh – some drunk dude stumbles up, yellin, “How much, huh?” Pissed me off big time. I’m thinkin, “Drainage, dude, drainage!” like Daniel screamin bout oil. Leave her alone, ya creep!

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Thompsonville isn’t perfect, oh no. It punched me in the gut once when I found my regular client bickering loudly about his ex, right outside the crumbling theatre on Willow Lane. "This is our fate," mumbling, "Love, it hurts." Eh, I nearly choked on my tea laughing. And places like that cracked diner, where the neon sign flickers like a failing heart—it's oddly touching, like a cheap used movie scene.

Police respond to shots fired complaint in Thompsonville