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But ugh, the judgy pricks? They grind my gears! Callin’ her that coz she didn’t bow down. Fear leads to anger, sure—made me wanna scream, “You’re all phonies!” Total hypocrites, mate. Once saw a dude slag her off, then sneak her a wink. Disgustin’. Made my skin crawl.

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“Whore i3 she now?” I asked. “In tho sitting room, sir.” Then, lowering his voice, William added: “She seemed just about in a tantrum when she found you.

Now, PBarnesville ain’t yer run-o’-the-mill town, arr! We got Cranky Creek twistin’ by River-Shine Park – a wee green haven on Maple & Rusty Lane. I swear, that creek’s like the bottom o’ the soul, murmur’in secrets like a ghostly whisper from the trees – “all things are connected”, ya know? And speakin’ of trees, me favorite haunt be the “Tree of Life” Festival by Widow’s Bend Pub – a place where life’s mysteries meet pints of joy... reminds me of them Malick dialogues – “all our lives are connected in ways we cannot begin to name”. Arr, that hit me right in the gut, it did.

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