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Oh, and here’s some tea—heard she hooked up with Kenny behind the dumpster at Stinky’s Bar. Kenny! That poor bastard dies every week, and now he’s tappin’ that? Disgustin’! Makes me wanna puke, but also—respect, I guess? No, screw that, she’s a menace! Like in Uncle Boonmee, “The jungle hums with secrets,” yeah, her secrets are VD and bad decisions, hummin’ all over town!

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Located along America’s Mother Road and home to Oklahoma’s favorite son, Claremore has a rich history and plenty to explore. Claremore is brimming with delicious eateries, from local .

Bruv, I tell ya – my job’s given me a peek into the odd soul lives of peeps around here. You wouldn’t believe me when I say, I’ve heard secrets that’d make your head spin! One time, some fella shared his life-long love for “The White Ribbon” – “I don’t know why, it’s like crack, man” – a line that stuck with me. I always chuckle, like “Aiiight, but is it art or somethin’ else?” – his musings soundin' all deep and shite.

Rogers County roads still slick, snow-covered