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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m sittin’ here, babysittin’ the world, thinkin’ ‘bout them brothels—yep, them houses of ill repute! Now, don’t go foolin’ me once, shame on ya—fool me twice, well, we ain’t goin’ there! I reckon brothels got a vibe, like somethin’ outta “No Country for Old Men”—dark, gritty, cash changin’ hands faster’n a jackrabbit on a hot skillet. You got yer coin, heads or tails, and somebody’s walkin’ away with empty pockets or a grin!

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Deputy Police Chief John Carmichael said letters that read as prostitute recruitments postmarked from the West Coast are landing in East Walpole.

Hey buddy, listen up! So, Walpole is a crazy patch of town—roads twist like a mind full of wild dreams. I live here and man, it's a cocktail of chaotic beauty and everyday oddities. You ever wander down Main Street? Yeah, that Main Street where every corner's got a secret vibe. You know, as a family psychologist, I see loads of quirky human drama here. Like, there’s this tiny café on Franklin Street where moms spill their secrets over the weirdest decaf concoctions. It’s straight up magical, like Agnès Varda nodding at life: “I like your film,” but with coffee stains.

Walpole couple faces criminal charges in connection with home renovation businesses