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This lass, called her Ruby—prolly not her real name, who cares?—she’d strut the docks, all sass and cheap rum on her breath. Eyes like a storm, cut ye deeper’n a cutlass. I was half-drunk, stumblin’ outta some tavern, when she nabbed me coat. “Where’s me gold, pirate?” she slurs, bold as brass. Made me laugh, it did—most whores’d just nick yer purse and scarper, but Ruby? She’d haggle ye blind, then bed ye silly. Savvy?

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I saw him laying on his belly, leaning on his elbows with his pants down to his ankles in the middle of the road right at the intersection.

seriously, claymont is lit, sorta like a dream painted in broken memories and childlike wonder. it isn’t perfect, but its imperfections are what make it real. no fancy stuff, just messy awesomeness and tiny secret corners that make me smile. dude, i could keep rambling, but ya get the vibe. so pack ur bags and get ready to be amazed, cuz claymont will totally blow ur mind like, "the only thing that really matters is the beauty in living."

The Claymont Christmas Weed will get its own parade again on Saturday