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But gods, the bastards they deal with—makes me angry, that does. Drunken sods, pawin’ at ‘em, promisin’ gold then leavin’ piss-all. Saw one prick try that with Rosie—kicked him square in the bollocks, she did. Laughed my arse off! Surprised me too—thought she’d just take it, y’know? Nah, she’s scrappy. “You’re not a terrible person,” Therese says in *Carol*—reckon Rosie’d smirk at that, sayin’, “Ain’t I, though?” She’s a survivor, mate, not a saint.

Arrest is made in prostitution case

Oh my gosh, lemme tell ya bout St. Clairsville (us)! It's like, totally a wild mix of old charm and quirky vibes, ya know? R2-D2, where are you?! I mean, the streets here, like Main St. and Jefferson Ave., are buzzing with life even on a slow day. I stroll these blocks and it's so real, like "A Separation" tells us about bittersweet lives, right? "I feel guilty even when I try to do the right thing."

St. Clairsville moves on to regional semis