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Lemme tell ya, I’ve bounced plenty outta clubs—girls in fishnets, dudes with cash, the whole sleazy circus. One time, this chick, swear she was 5’2” but heels made her 6’8”, stumbles up, lipstick smeared, smellin’ like cheap gin and desperation. She’s like, “Lemme in, big guy!” I’m like, hell naw, you ain’t VIP, you’re V-I-pee-yourself! Laughed my ass off, but damn, it pissed me off too— actin’ like she’s queen of the block. Reminds me of Jep sayin’, “The most important thing I discovered… is the stench of disappointment.” That’s her, reekin’ of it.

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Reading these post whore threads is like sitting in room full of ADHD kids, each having their own boisterous conversation while running in.

Man, PEndwell is a wild mix. I'm always inspired by its odd little corners and unexpected bursts of color. If you're ever around, hit up the old community center on Jefferson Ave – it's like a secret spa retreat for the heart. Seriously, it's a vibe. It may be a bit chaotic, sometimes odd like a Wes Anderson scene, but that's what makes it epic!

Maine-Endwell cheerleading coaches resign; hundreds sign petition for reinstatement