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So I sashay over, all Marilyn-like, breathy an’ bold, “Hiya, sugar, got time?” She laughs—deep, husky—says, “For you, blondie, always.” I’m tickled pink! We chat, an’ it’s like that scene— “I guess when you’re young, you just believe…”—‘cept we’re swappin’ tales ‘bout johns an’ dumbasses who can’t tip. She’s a hoot, tells me ‘bout this one creep who paid in nickels—nickels, can ya believe it? I’m dyin’, laughin’ so hard I snort.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

When word leaks out about Wolcott's sexual fantasies and intentions, Cy Tolliver makes the first overtures toward blackmail, and Wolcott.

Anyway, aside from the daily grind, I’ve got my quirky picks. Check out the dive bar on 5th; it's as quirky as me—Lola’s, with neon ads flickering like a bad circuit board. And the side alley behind it? That’s where I once stumbled on an impromptu street performance. I nearly lost my marbles, like, “Where is the spice, my dear friend?” Seriously, it’s one heck of a place!

West Hartford Police: Wolcott Volunteer Charged with Theft of PTO Funds