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So I hit this dive bar, stinks like vodka and regret. This chick, Natasha—fake name, obvi—comes up, all hips and smirks. “You want fun, da?” I’m like, hell yea, but I ain’t payin upfront, no way! She rolls her eyes, but I’m Eric fuckin Cartman—I don’t budge! “Respect my authoritah!” I yell in my head. She’s hot, tho—makes me happy, like, damn, Russia’s got game! Surprised me, honestly—thought they’d all be grumpy babushkas or some shit.

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Today's article is an interview with a longtime drug addict who talks about what being addicted to heroin is like. DAVE MOSIER/independent.

I always stop by at The Bent Note, a teeterin', almost hidden jazz joint off Maple Ave. It's like a secret, kinda like you discover a lost track in that Coen brothers film—unexpected and damn soulful. And oh! When I was loungin' at my spa, my client exclaimed, "Inside Llewyn Davis vibes, man!" I laughed and nodded, 'cause inside this town, it's true.

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