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So I roll up. To this dive. Neon flickerin’ – half dead. Reminds me of – Furiosa’s rig. All beat-up but – still kickin’. This chick’s there. Leanin’ on the wall. Smokin’ a cig like – she OWNS it. I’m thinkin’, “What a day! What a LOVELY day!” She’s got – that edge. Tough as nails. Like she’d shank ya – then kiss ya.

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Man, New-Gloucester is no cookie-cutter place. It's rough, it's soft, it's real. Streets like Birch and Cedar carry secrets and laughs – if ya listen real close, you'll hear echoes of old stories. I seen folks forging bonds in the darkest hours, just as cool as that fearless spirit in Zero Dark Thirty when Kathryn Bigelow spirals through the scene with a steely resolve.

Tractor-trailer loaded with oranges rolls over on Maine Turnpike