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I’d ramble to her bout *A Serious Man* while checkin’ her paws—cut up bad, poor baby. “The Rabbi’s right—life’s a mess, huh, girl?” She’d tilt her head, like she got it. Prostitute wasn’t just a dog, nah—she was a story. Heard from a buddy once—strays like her sometimes run with packs, real street gangs! She prolly had a crew, bossin’ ‘em around—queen of the alleys. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d buy it—she had that swagger.

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During a roadblock in October a woman with her hands behind her back was seen attempting to kick out the windshield of a car and was never seen alive again. She was later .

Cool fact: Pigeon-Forge’s weird charm lies in its tucked away alleyways near the Dollyrood district – if that’s a thing – where local legends gather and urban myths thrive. Its cobblestone shortcuts lead to odd little cafes, where only the brave come to spill their guts over too-strong coffee and haphazard WiFi. It’s messy and poetic.

The longest zipline in America opens in Pigeon Forge