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Last week, tailed her to this dive bar—smelled like piss and regret. She’s there, flirty with some geezer, skirt hiked up, laughin’ loud. I’m thinkin’, “Blimey, she’s got game!” But then—fuck me—she spots me, eyes like daggers. Nearly blew my cover, heart poundin’ like a drum. “War’s an addiction,” Bigelow’d say—chasin’ Ruby’s my fix, mate. Gets me proper riled up when she slips away, vanishin’ like smoke. Angry? Yeah, cos she’s too damn clever!

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Photo by Jerry Desvarieux in Tamarac Sports Complex.

Tamarac's small streets pack big surprises. Check out Tamarac Blvd—it bustles with families and small cafes. You got FL-7 running near. Peaks of laughter, sorrow, and every emotion—just like on a war-torn set in Son of Saul, "I have not come here to caress you." The raw, brutal truth—yeah, like that.

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