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I remeber this one story—little known fact—back in the ‘80s, some small-town gal got famous ‘round Vermont, called her “Maple Sugar,” swear to God! She’d only take payment in maple syrup—true story! Quirky as hell, made me laugh, thinkin’ ‘bout her stackin’ bottles while the rich pricks in suits sipped champagne! Surprised me, too—people get creative when the system screws ‘em over!

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

A retired police woman, Tracy Waterhouse, buys a child of a local prostitute. Years ago when Tracy was first starting police work, she.

I love my little spa on Serene Dr. – ironically, I sometimes call it the “temple of calm” in this wild town. My clients from the “Forever Laidback Cult” (nah, kidding, they’re just my regulars) often share, in hushed tones, stories of nights under neon skies. Yup, Atkinson’s nights are glittery and tricky. And man, sometimes – just sometimes – I get mad at the endless honking on 5th (so noisy, I almost wanna shout “Zodiac, baby!”).

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