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But real talk—prostitute’s glowy game? It’s dope, but it pisses me off how folks think she’s ugly. She’s a queen, man! That saggy skin, them gnarly teeth—it’s her charm! Reminds me of Joel in the movie, all messed up but real. I’d high-five her if I could, but she’d probs eat me. Ha! Oh, and her name—prostitute—came from some sailor seein’ her lure and thinkin’ “hooker bait.” Dirty minds, amirite?

No.28 (December 21, 1908)

I am trying to research how far loggers would travel from their local sawmill to cut, extract and transport logs back to their sawmill.

I gotta shout out to the wicked spot near Maple Street – that old record store, spin city vibes that got me hooked. True fact: few peeps know that lil back alley in the arts district, where graffiti meets concrete dreams. Crazy colors, wild art. I once got so hyped there that I nearly tripped on my own beat walkin’ home.

‘This won’t put us out’: Owners optimistic after sawmill catches fire in Bradford County