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  <description>Serialized small-town fiction: the Ponder County Sheriff's booking records for Saturday, December 2, 1995. One new booking every day at noon Eastern. All persons and events are fiction.</description>
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    <title>95-12-0003 — Norma June Wiley &quot;Miss Twirl 1973&quot;: Criminal trespass; resisting</title>
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    <description>Norma June Wiley never actually opened her eyes the entire time she was in custody.</description>
    <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><img src="https://grime95.com/assets/mugshots/image08.jpg" alt="Booking photograph, Norma June Wiley (fiction)" width="334"></p><p>Norma June Wiley never actually opened her eyes the entire time she was in custody.</p><p>She was found in the high school gym, passed out in the trophy case, clutching a glittery baton and whispering, “Miss Twirl 1973 never dies.”</p><p>When asked how she got in, she said she had “unfinished business” with the pep band. No one could confirm what that meant, but a flute was missing, and the janitor’s bucket was full of peppermint Schnapps.</p><p>Deputies said she briefly fought them off using only her elbow and an empty lipstick tube.</p><p>She finally bonded out when her ex-husband’s cousin recognized her and muttered, “Ah hell, not again.”</p><p><em>All persons and events are fiction.</em></p>]]></content:encoded>
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    <title>95-12-0002 — Floyd Danner: Aggressive loitering; unauthorized sandwich distribution</title>
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    <description>Floyd Danner got picked up at precisely 5:47 p.m., halfway through his fourth Schlitz and mid-lecture on “the sacred geometry of horseshoe pits.”</description>
    <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><img src="https://grime95.com/assets/mugshots/image10.jpg" alt="Booking photograph, Floyd Danner (fiction)" width="334"></p><p>Floyd Danner got picked up at precisely 5:47 p.m., halfway through his fourth Schlitz and mid-lecture on “the sacred geometry of horseshoe pits.”</p><p>According to the report, Floyd was arrested for “aggressive loitering and unauthorized sandwich distribution” after setting up a card table in front of the DMV and trying to sell baloney sandwiches wrapped in used napkins.</p><p>He told the deputy, “I’m providing a service, son. You ever sat through a title transfer sober?”</p><p>When they took his mugshot, Floyd leaned in and asked, “Is this going in the Newsletter? ’Cause I want my good side.”</p><p>He doesn’t have a good side.</p><p><em>All persons and events are fiction.</em></p>]]></content:encoded>
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    <title>95-12-0001 — Ricky Lankford &quot;Vegas&quot;: Operating an unlicensed gaming establishment</title>
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    <description>They call him “Vegas” because he once spent 11 hours at the slots in Tunica and came home with nothing but a divorce and a ferret named Chaz.</description>
    <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><img src="https://grime95.com/assets/mugshots/image09.jpg" alt="Booking photograph, Ricky Lankford (fiction)" width="334"></p><p>They call him “Vegas” because he once spent 11 hours at the slots in Tunica and came home with nothing but a divorce and a ferret named Chaz.</p><p>On Dec. 2, 1995, Ricky Lankford got pinched for running a “pop-up casino” in the American Legion men’s room.</p><p>The poker game was going fine until someone bet their prosthetic leg, and Ricky tried to collect.</p><p>“Legs is currency if there’s a buy-in,” he argued, shirt half-tucked, gold chain flashing under that tragic candy-stripe button-down.</p><p>The mugshot was snapped minutes after Deputy Hargrove forced Ricky to empty his pockets—six dice, a crumpled Polaroid of his ex-wife, and $14 in loose change.</p><p>He left with a warning and a limp. Not his.</p><p><em>All persons and events are fiction.</em></p>]]></content:encoded>
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