I stop a newsboy on the street. "Hey kid, what's the scoop?" I inquire, tossing him a dime. He hands me a broadsheet which I unfurl to see what else but my own mug staring back with the headline "UR UGLY." And that's another win in the newsboy's column in our longstanding rivalry.

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Honey Mummy Central

A cozy little tomb full of friendly ghouls.