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But then—ugh, pissed me off once. This one time, she ghosted me mid-deal. Said she’d meet, then poof—gone! Like Lenny in *Memento*, “Where are you?” No trace, no text, nothin’. Found out later she was jugglin’ three clients that night. Greedy? Smart? Dunno, but I was fumin’. Felt like a sucker, sittin’ there with vodka, waitin’. “You lie to me, I trust you”—straight outta the movie, da?

Months of alleged harassment by school counselor

Yo, listen up, motherfer! Lemme tell ya 'bout PCenterville (us) like no one else can. This town's got soul, quirks, and a fin' story around every damn corner. First off, we got Madison Street – it's like the heartbeat of the city, pulsin' with life, people, and sometimes wild freakin' parties, if ya know what I'm sayin'. I stroll there on lazy afternoons, feelin' every damn step like I'm dippin' into a scene from Far From Heaven – all moody and bittersweet. Man, “The world, Motherf***er, ain’t built on logic, it's built on dreams,” I always remind myself.

Jury seated as Centerville man faces trial in two-year-old's death