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She’s a looker, this one—legs for days, eyes that cut ya deep. Reminds me of that line, “Ye see yerself as a hunter?” She’s huntin too, but it’s punters, not prey. Saw her last night, leanin on a lamppost, fag hangin from her lips. Made me bloody angry—why’s she gotta sell herself? World’s gone mad, innit? But then she smirked, and I was like—damn, she’s got guts. Happy for her, in a weird way. Takes balls to strut like that.

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Bro, lemme tell ya about Sycamore (us)! This city is the real deal, man. I been livin’ here for years, and every street tells a story. First off, there's Maple Street – it's the heart of downtown. You got old brick buildings, coffee spots, and even a gnarly little park called Ironwood Park. I used to sit there for hours thinkin’ bout life…bro, it speaks to my psychologist soul, dude.

Sycamores begin eight-game road trip Tuesday night at No. 15 Vanderbilt