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So, here’s the scoop—whore’s this gal, right? She’s workin’ the streets, hustlin’ hard, and I’m investigatin’ her claim. Some jerk totaled her car—boom, crash!—and she’s screamin’ fraud vibes. I’m like, “Honey, you’re no victim!” Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I spot the lies quick. She’s got this fake sob story—says she’s hurt, can’t work, boo-hoo. But I dig deeper, and—get this—she’s still shakin’ it nightly! Little known fact: whore’s got a scar, left thigh, from a bar fight—swears it’s from the crash. Puh-lease! I’m laughin’ so hard I choke on my martini.

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Near Iver Heath, Smith's cress (Lepidium heterophyllum var. canescens) grows, and a fumitory, F. Boraei, grows near Uxbridge. Other local plants.

Then, I hit up the park, ya know, the one by the Iver Heath Nature Reserve. It’s lush, man. Trees everywhere, birds chirpin’. I’m feelin’ good, like I could take on the world. But then, I see this group of kids messin’ around. They’re climbin’ trees, and I’m thinkin’, “I used to do that!” But then, one of ‘em falls. Oof! Landed right on his backside. I’m like, “You alright, mate?” He just laughs it off. Kids these days, tough as nails.

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