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So, this one time, heard a story—some Nevada joint, legal brothel, guy walks in, pays big, just to nap. A NAP! Paid $500 to snooze with a gal. Laughed my ass off, what a sap. “I don’t know how to love you,” Celine’d say to that moron. Me? I’d burn the place down before steppin’ in. Sticky floors, shady deals—hate it. Once read they got secret tunnels in old ones, like in Amsterdam, for sneakin’ out priests. Hypocrites, all of ‘em.

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The taste of Italy right here in Locust Grove!

Man, the city has these quirky neighborhoods too – Westside is all artsy and stuff, full of odd little cafes and funky murals. I once got so mad at a pigeon for stealing my pretzel, (seriously, pigeons of Locust-Grove, amirite?!) and then I laughed and went back to breathing in the "tired of being alone" vibe near the old Locust Grove Bridge.

Locust Grove Buys Land in Downtown Area for New Road