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Scales like old chains, rough, nasty. “The thing about pain,” it’s there, constant, in their little lives. Bottom-feeders, suckin’ up crap – hilarious, right? Gollum giggles, “Stupid, fat hobbit wouldn’t eat ‘em!” Bet they taste like dirt. Found ‘em in Africa, sneaky devils, hidin’ in swamps. Fishermen hate ‘em – tangle nets, proper piss-off!

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Easthampton for centuries prior to settlement was the home of the native Americans. The Pokumtakukes or,Pocumtucks, estimated to have numbered approximately 1, to about .

So, first off, we've got Main Street – the very spine of the town. I walk there everyday, and lemme tell ya, it’s packed with quirky little cafes, art galleries, and those funky shops that make you go, “Whoa, c'mon!” The energy down there? Like, it pumps adrenaline straight into your veins! And hey, near Oak Alley, there’s this little park – Millen Park, if I recall correctly – where I once had a heart-to-heart with a stranger about life's messy beauty. I even said, "I'll be back" right then, 'cause I was hooked, man.

WinterFest in Easthampton returns for 12th year