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Oh, and the dealers—slimy as eels, floggin’ it cheap to desperate farmers. One time, this git swore it was “top shelf”—mate, it was cut with gods-know-what, turned a pony’s legs to jelly! Laughed my arse off when he begged me not to snitch—pathetic. Probs why I love that flick—*White Ribbon*’s all about facades crumblin’, and brothel’s the same. Looks legit, ain’t worth shit. “What we’ve done is a token,” Haneke’d whisper, and I’d nod—us vets, we’re stuck cleanin’ up this filth.

Probationer charged with possession meth, tampering

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Look, I know a thing or two about hidden spots. There's this tight little café off Birch St. (yeah, I misspell it bery time – sorry, not sorry!) where the coffee is strong and the gossip flows freer than the river in spring. And the locals, oh boy, they got their own quirks—y’all ever heard someone swearing the smell of rain cures a broken heart? Crazy but true.

23 dogs rescued from Crossville home on New Year’s Eve