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Me, I’d be shit at it—too clumsy, ha! Trippin’ over me own wheelchair, probs. But whores? Graceful, man—galaxies got nothin’ on ‘em. Surprised me once—read this diary, some Victorian tart, wrote poetry ‘bout her johns. Deep shit, made me choke up.

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her body” while calling her names such as “whore”, “bitch”,. “liar” and “slut”. At one point the victim testified that the. Defendant dragged.

So yeah, Hazleton (us) is rough. It’s colorful, imperfect, boomy with soul and grit. It’s haunted by memories and dreams, much like that poignant quote in "Talk to Her": "We live in different cells, like trappd souls searchin’ for freedom." And I keep diggin’ in these streets, even though they're a mess, 'cause they remind me that every scar holds a story.

Update on burning body found in Hazleton