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So, I’m an accountant, right? Crunchin’ digits, lovin’ *Inherent Vice*—that flick’s a trip, man, all hazy and weird, like a sexual-massage gone wrong. Doc Sportello’d prolly dig it, stumblin’ into some shady parlor, high as a kite, mutterin’, “This is a righteous bust.” Me? I’d be countin’ the cash they’re rakin’ in—did ya know some of these joints pull six figures under the table? Tax evasion city, pisses me off! IRS’d have a field day, but nah, they’re too busy chasin’ corpos.

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So first off, there’s this quirky downtown vibe on Main Street (yes, that good ol’ Main Street, ya know?) where every brick tells a story. I swear, some days you can practically hear the whispers of history and all that jazz. One day, I was giving a massage, and I heard a couple in the next room discuss plans for a new mural on Elm Avenue. Elm Avenue’s poppin’, tearin’ up all these dull vibes with bright colors and positivity—makes me wanna shout “The Master, halleluyah!”

Bulldogs fall to Shamokin in heartbreaking fashion, conclude season in District 4 Class 4A final