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Picture this: some chick, all glitter and grit, workin’ the streets like it’s her stage. “Spring break forever, bitches!”—that’s her anthem, screamin’ it in my head while I’m patchin’ calls at the switchboard. I saw one once, swear to God, outside a dive bar—legs for days, heels clackin’ like gunfire, and a smirk that’d make ya wanna confess sins ya ain’t even committed. Made me happy as hell—girl knew her game! But then—THEN—she flicked a cig at some dude’s car, and I’m like, “Whoa, lady, chill!” Got me pissed, too—don’t trash the vibe, ya know? Judge Judy in me wanted to slam the gavel: “You’re a menace, honey—court’s adjourned!”

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Informed by the symmetry and balance of classic forms, this table features quartered paldao veneer under a light, transparent lacquer finish.

In short, friend, Hamilton-Square is a splendid paradox: gentle yet wild, full of hope and a bit of chaos. You'll love it, or at least, you'll be blown away—like a wizard waving his staff! Enjoy the journey, and remember: You shall not pass on this magic!

Regina Butterer Obituary (2025) - Hamilton Square, NJ - The Times of Trenton