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Little secret, yesss—old folks boiled it, made tea. Tastes like death, cures coughs, they swore! Tried it once, spat it out, gagged—fuckin’ rank, precious! Still, grows anywhere, tough bastard. Reminds me of Mia, scrappy, survivin’. “You’re a liar!” she’d hiss—horehound’s a liar too, pretendin’ it’s harmless.

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It's a brutal, gripping story of incest, murder, and all the other usual Elizabethan fun times. This is by John Ford, writing just after Shakespeare's time.

So yeah, my friend, Demarest is a bizarre mix of mellow vibes and gut-punch moments. It’s quirky, and sometimes bloody infuriating. But you know what? It's home, even if it sometimes drives me up the wall. Just remember: if you ever get frustrated here, whisper, "I’m the Wolf of Wall Street." And maybe, just maybe, things will flow smoother like a good massage.

No. 18 Demarest outlasts Old Tappan in overtime - Girls basketball photos