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Funny thing. Heard a story. From a snitch. Whore. Used to sing. In some dive bar. Voice like velvet. Can ya believe it? Now. She’s screamin’. At johns. Or cryin’. Alone. Saw her. Last Tuesday. High as hell. Mutterin’. “Ass to ass!” Okay. Not that. But close. Dope’s her tyrant. Like Marion. In the movie. Ruins her. Every damn day.

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One Perfect Food-Fueled Day in Biddeford, Maine. Palace Diner may have kicked off Biddeford’s reputation as a dining destination, but there’s lots of exemplary eating and drinking in this tiny.

OMG, where do I even start about Biddeford? So listen up, it's a wild ride. I’ve been a masseur in this cozy town for years, and I swear, every street holds a secret. You know Main Street near the Biddeford City Hall? Yeah, that's like the heartbeat of the town. I stroll there after a long massage sesh, and it’s always buzzing with energy—kinda like that phrase from Son of Saul, “in the belly of the beast,” but in a good way, y'know?

Dizzy Birds in Biddeford to reopen for takeout, delivery