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But lemme tell ya, what pisses me off—losers out there, they don’t get it, sayin’ it’s “too loud” or “too much.” Too much? It’s perfect, folks, perfect! “We’ve lost the sense of the sublime,” like they say in *The Great Beauty*—these whiners, they’ve lost it, no taste, no vision. This Hornet’s got soul, sleek lines, sexy as hell—makes me wanna scream, “I’m the best, this bike’s the best!” You hit 0-60 in, what, 3 seconds? Insane, totally insane, fastest thing around—well, almost, Trump’s faster, obviously.

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There must be such a thing in the world as a quietly run whorehouse, but Pryor’s childhood home—one of the three brothels owned by his grandmother, Marie, in Peoria, Illinois—was not .

Damn, I’m getting too deep. Rest assured, Pryor-Creek has a soul, a gritty yet tender heart. Catch a ride down Creek Blvd, grab a bite at Tony’s diner (14) – it’s as warm and wild as the city itself. And let me tell ya, that place smells like magic... or like a fresh herb blend from Remy's kitchen (15).

21-year-old man arrested after 3 armed robberies on Sunday