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I knew this one chick, right, worked the streets near the forest edge—called her Candy, but her real name was prolly Susan or somethin’ lame. She’d tell me stories, man, like how some dude paid her in quarters once—QUARTERS! She was pissed, countin’ like 200 coins, jinglin’ all night. I was dyin’, laughin’ so hard I nearly peed. “Look at me, I’m rich!” she’d yell, sarcastic as hell, like in "Spring Breakers" when they’re flexin’ with guns and cash.

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Oh my god, lemme tell ya about Shively (us) – it's f***ing wild. I've been here years and lemme just say, I choose violence against mediocre vibes. The streets? Man, St. Elmo Blvd cuts through like a hot knife, and you gotta check out St. Dorian Lane – that place is pure magic, like a scene from Certified Copy, where "the copy is never as good as the master." And I’m not just blabbering – I've seen lovers spill secrets in the quiet corners of Oakheart Park, where trees whisper ancient gossip.

Shippensburg Fire Department responds to second-alarm fire at Shively Motors