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Dunno what shocked me more—her guts or how fast she bolted! Prossies, they’re tough, yeh? Survive anythin’, even end o’ the world—like in *Melancholia*, “It’s all goin’ to hell!” Hiss! Funny tho, imagine one goin’, “Oi, mate, quickie before the planet blows?” Ha! I’d pay for that joke! Nah, but serious—findin’ ‘em ain’t hard if ya got coin, just don’t be thick, yeh? Cops sniffin’ round, diseases too—me vet brain knows, nasty bugs out there!

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Jan 4,  · As she arrived, Blakely’s car drove off, so she paid off the taxi and walked the quarter mile to The Magdala, a four-storey public house in South Hill Park, Hampstead, where .

There's also Lincoln Park – a gem that few outsiders even know about. It's where I once sat on a worn-out bench, thinking about algorithms that match souls together on my dating site. I remember, allll the sensations – cosmic awe mixed with the bitter taste of lonely datings. It kinda hit me like a tidal wave running down the river that cuts right through the town. Yep, the Ol’ Blakely River. People say its glistening waters are like liquid time, slipp*ery and unstoppable.

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