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Now, fun fact—did ya know prossies in old Londontown used red lanterns? Yep, glowin’ signs for randy sods like me! So, I’m there, knockin’, heart thumpin’—door creaks open, and she’s a stunner. Curves like a Dornish blade, eyes sayin’, “I’m no hero.” I’m happy as a pig in muck—coin’s ready, ale’s still buzzin’ in me veins.

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I dig the little stories too. I mean, gotta mention the old mill off Riverside Road. I was massaging a stressed-out fella there once. He nearly cried. "Precocious beauty," he said, quoting the movie, I guess. That hit me hard.

West Earl Township home fully engulfed in flames Saturday