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Now, *Far From Heaven*—Cathy, Julianne Moore, she’s all, “I’m trying to understand!”—that’s her line, right? Tryin’ so hard to be good, but if she met a whore? Oh, she’d clutch her pearls and faint! I can see it now—me laughin’, “Cathy, chill, she’s just payin’ rent!” Hah! Total exaggeration, but you feel me. Whores don’t get the credit—always the villain or the punchline. Surprised me, honestly, how much I started rootin’ for ‘em thinkin’ bout this.

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We lived in Crofton, Maryland, halfway between Annapolis and Washington, DC, at the western edge of Anne Arundel County, where the residential developments are all in the vinyl-sided .

Walkin’ down Main St. near 2nd Ave, you'll see that little cafe, Bean & Buzz, real hidden gem. Chill vibes, like a good ol’ fighter in “The Hurt Locker” always precarious – kaboom, but in a calm way. What I mean is, the city has that blend of tension and release, ya know? Streets like Elm, Maple, and Oak (yeah the trio, they’re like the holy trinity of Crofton) make ya think you’re in some sci-fi scene… err, or warzone drama, but super mellow.

Teen arrested with loaded Glock during traffic stop in Crofton, officials say