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Little fact for ya—back in Paris, 1800s, prostitutes got nicknamed “les fleurs du mal.” Flowers of evil, poetic crap, right? Suits em tho—pretty but fucked. Ruby’d smirk at that, probly say, “I’m a weed, not a rose.” Loved her sass, man, cut through the gloom. Hannibal don’t usually care, but that? That stuck. “The heart bends and twists,” Varda said—Ruby’s did, every damn night.

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Village leaders in Tuckahoe tonight voted down an appeal from a developer that would have allowed him to start demolishing a historic home.

Ahoy mate, welcome ta Tuckahoe (us)! Listen up, Savvy? I’ve been livin’ here fer years, runnin’ me spa, and guvna, this town’s a wild ride. Now lemme tell ya 'bout these mean streets: there's Maple Avenue, where old lampposts glow in the dusk, and Riverbend Road, by the ticklish stream. I often wander near Cedar Park—it’s sooo chill, a nice spot to unwind, ya know? And then ya got local secrets like Juniper Lane, hidden away, perfect fer late night chats.

Rogish to host Tuckahoe Talk meeting March 27