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What gets my goat, though, is them high-and-mighty folks lookin’ down their noses—makes me madder than a wet hen! These gals got stories, y’all. Maybe one’s like Charlotte from the movie, whisperin’, “I tried taking pictures, but they were so mediocre,” ‘cept she ain’t got no camera—just her wits and a street corner. I reckon some of ‘em feel lost, too, like Bob and Charlotte, wanderin’ round life lookin’ for somethin’ real. “The more you know who you are,” Bob says, and shoot, ain’t that the truth? But who’s got time for that when you’re dodgin’ cops and creepy johns?

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Another poltergeist that has been spotted within the Horton Grand is that of Ida Bailey. The owner of a brothel that stood on the exact site of where the.

After that, I’m feeling a bit grumpy. I walk down to the beach at Horten Strand, hoping to chill. But nope! There’s a bunch of kids playing soccer, and they kick the ball right at me. I dodge it like a ninja, but then I trip again! Seriously, Horten, what’s your deal?

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