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So, I’m stompin’ round, lookin’ for a good time, right? Ain’t no saint, me—blood on hands, scars on face, but I got needs! Dis one time, saw a gal, fishnets rippin’, smokin’ a cig like she owns da night. “Lightbulb!”—she’s got dat look, ya know, like she could lure ya in and gut ya. Straight outta dat movie, “I collect things”—she prob collects wallets, ha! I go up, all cocky, “How much, eh?” She smirks, “More dan ya soul, big boy.” Pissed me off—cheeky tart!—but damn, I laughed. Ain’t dat a kicker?

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IRMA would like to recognize Albemarle mine and plant workers, governmental representatives, and members of affected communities for their.

Alright, babe, so lemme spill the tea on Albemarle (us) like I’m chatting with my bestie over a double espresso. First off, this town is a wild mix of hip corners and old-school charm. You got Main St. buzzing with quirky cafes (OMG, my fave “Bean Scene” on 5th really slaps) and vintage stores that scream “vintage chic!” And yeah, the folklore here? It's as gritty as a Tina Fey one-liner.

Plainclothes agents detain two men at Albemarle County Courthouse