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She’s like, “50 bucks, no talkin.” I’m like, “Bet, let’s roll!” But then—BAM—some rando yells, “Cops!” and we scatter like roaches. I’m sprintin, laughin my ass off, thinkin, “This is absurd!”—pure Eric Andre energy. Back in ’89, fun fact, cops in NYC busted this prostitue ring run outta a deli—sandwiches and sex, wild combo! Wish I’d found that spot, fam, I’m starvin out here.

Pinehurst’s sudden bankruptcy leaves its carpenters, millwrights in the dark

Gosh darn, the local diner on Maple Street whips up the wildest cinnamon rolls; they got that addictive swirly magic. I’m not exaggeratin’ – I nearly wept from happiness that day. And oh! The night festivals, the weird parade of local misfits trotting along Pinehurst Boulevard, environment so electrifying I thought, “They always watch, always listen!” from that flick. It’s like livin’ in a drumbeat of mystery and warmth.

Pinehurst announces plans for newest golf course -- No. 11, at the site of an old sandmine