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Yo, it's showtime! Let me tell ya about Killingly-Center (us) — it's wild, man! I live here as a relaxation specialist, and this town's vibe is a trip. Check it: you got Elm Crescent, the heart of chill, and Maple Square where folks vibe — no kidding, it's legendary. I hang around the little coffee joint on 3rd Street too, which gives me mad zen mojo.

With the $28 million bond for Killingly's recreation center project approved, what's next?