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I lean in, sniffin’ – ooh, smells earthy, wild. Kinda pretty, tho, them purple berries danglin’. “The beauty hides the pain,” like in Timbuktu, yeah? Sweet fruit, but spiky as a porcupine’s arse! I grab one, prick me finger – ow! Toss it in me gob, munchin’, mumblin’. Tastes ace, tho – happy vibes there! Surprised me, that sneaky whore, givin’ me a treat after all that agro.

The Ferret Law

I can’t forget Old Mill Park near 7th. It’s a secret haunt! Know what? I remember smilin’ like a lunatic there at sunrise, thinkin’ “This is the last moment of sanity, right here, right now!” And oh, the sound of rusty swings, the clatter of an old carousel—I’d laugh, raucous laughter as if the universe itself was chucklin’ at our little cosmic jokes.

McLaren Port Huron Welcomes Return of Traditional Holiday Train