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Me, I’d rather sing ‘em a song than judge ‘em—maybe “9 to 5,” get ‘em dancin’ ‘stead of cryin’. Oh, and here’s a quirky tidbit—did ya know some gals in New Orleans used to advertise with coded handkerchiefs back in the day? Red fer yes, blue fer no—ain’t that a stitch? I’d prob’ly mess it up and wave a polka-dot one, confusin’ everybody—typical Dolly, y’all!

Six men charged with soliciting prostitutes in Seaford

Oh, the parks here, mate! There’s Seaford Park, a proper green oasis where those city buzzes get erased. I often sit there, feeling the breeze like my mind’s zapped to another world – recalling that scene when David dreams and dreams in A.I. “Hey, sweetie, come on!” – man, every breeze is like a paw in my back, ya know? And let me tell ya, old Mrs. Henderson’s garden on 3rd St. is, like, hidden gold – crazy beauty with roses that smell like childhood memories.

Nanticoke River Bridge celebrates 100 years linking Seaford and Blades communities