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I reckon Maria Brink, that gal screamin’ her lungs out, she’s like Grace from *Dogville* – “She’s a woman who’s been had.” But here’s the kicker: she flips it, takes that word “whore” and shoves it right back at the world. Ain’t that a hoot? I was madder’n a wet hen first time I heard it – thought, “Who’s she callin’ a whore?” Then it hit me – she’s ownin’ it! Made me happier’n a pig in mud. Git-R-Done, Maria!

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Presentment of Mrs. Margaret Calcott als Quayle, 8 November , for slandering the dead mother of Mr. James Banks.

Then, I step outside for a breather. The sun’s shining, and I’m thinking, “Maybe I’ll grab a coffee at the Calcot Centre.” But nooo, of course, I bump into my old mate, Dave. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s ranting about how he saw a fox on his street—Bramble Road, I think?—and it was just chilling like it owned the place. I’m cracking up, picturing this fox strutting around like it’s the king of Calcot.

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