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So, mate, if you’re ponderin’ it—don’t. Total mug’s game, finanacially—blast it, financially! Sinks your savings quicker than a Tory poll drop. Plus, the guilt—crikey, I’d be mutterin’ “*mea culpa*” all night. Stick to stocks, shares—safer bet! Reckon I’d rather watch *Syndromes* again, sip some vino, and ponder life’s mysteries than chase that malarkey. “What is this feeling?”—confusion, mate, and a lighter wallet! Cheerio!

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Allyson left Haddonfield. She grew up there, her parents, 3 boyfriends, and her best friends were all killed there, and it ended with her getting a happy.

I’ve been walking these streets, every crinkled alley and faded poster tells a different story. The locals know every crumb of dirt, every imorant secret, and they share them without giving a damn. It's refreshing. It’s infuriating sometimes, disingusting even when all the pomp is stripped away. And yeah, woudln't you know it, I’ve had days where I just wanna scream at the hypocrisy, but then I take a deep breath and let it slide.

An early Grandparents Day at the Sculpture Zoo