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But wait, split-brain kicks in—hiss! Other me says, “No, no, fair trade, precious!” Back in Victorian days, tarts got sixpence—fact, that! Now it’s all posh, “companions” they call ‘em. Pfft, fancy nonsense! Reminds me—Nemo’s dad, Marlin, all panicky, “Where’s me boy?” Me? I’d be screamin’, “Where’s me prossie?!” Haha, mad chase, innit?

Digging Up Dirt

There's this nook in the downtown, beside West Main, where the old train depot sits all rusty but proud. Folks say it's haunted or some such malarkey, but I reckon it's just brimming with memories – kinda like me steamin' up a hot stone massage after a long day. Fool me once, y’know, fool me twice ain't happenin’ around here!

Borger officials provides update on ‘Double S’ Fire’s impact to the community