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So we talk—me leanin’ on a lamppost, her smokin’ a fag. “Memory is a curse,” I say, nickin’ from the movie. She nods, like she gets it. Life’s beaten her down, but she’s still kickin’. I exagerate in my head—she’s a femme fatale, playin’ me like a fiddle. Ha! As if. Truth is, she’s just tryin’ to eat.

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Warning to folks in W. Irondequoit and the surrounding area: This afternoon a young white man in a red sedan with a sticker on the passenger.

I’ve ranted enough. In Irondequoit, romance hides in everyday moments. Love is as mysterious as a Crouching Tiger duel, and every corner could spark your next epic love story – or disaster, ha! And trust me, whether I’m smitten or frustrated, it all makes this place feel more alive than a kung fu masterpiece… You gotta come see it, buddy. It rocks, flaws and all.

Irondequoit Democratic Committee designates candidate for town supervisor