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About Los Angeles

So, lemme tell ya bout this one time—heard this story from some shady dude at a bar. Swear it’s true, tho who knows with these types, right? This chick, back in the 1800s, some London alley, was THE whore of her turf. Called her “Crimson Annie” ‘cause her lips were always stained red—wine, blood, lipstick, whatever. She’d hustle all night, dodgin’ coppers, then vanish into the fog. They say she once stabbed a john with her hairpin—bam, right in the neck! Didn’t kill him, but damn, that’s ballsy! Made me laugh my ass off picturin it—her just smirkin, like, “Next!” Got me thinkin—whore ain’t just a job, it’s a freakin attitude.

Anger at attack on Our Lady Statue in Greencastle

To wrap it up, Greencastle's not just streets and buildings—it’s life, chaos, art, and a dash of madness. Every alley, every smile, every honest mistake makes it what it is. And yeah, sometimes it's a bit rough, but hey, that's life, brother. Like they say in Boyhood—time just keeps rollin' on, and so do we.

Remembering When: A look back in time with Echo Pilot, Greencastle-Antrim's hometown paper