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Oh, we’s proper riled now – them whores, twistin’ life’s beauty! “You make yourself what you are” – Tree o’ Life again, see? They choose this muck! Makes me wanna claw me eyes out, precious! But – sneaky thought – maybe they’s just lost, eh? Nah, bollocks, they’s greedy! We hates it! Smell o’ cheap scent still stinks in me nose – ugh, kill me now!

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The white knight taxi for the local whore. She'd cry on my shoulder as I'd drive. And say "it's so hard to be alive" "I don't how much more I.

Man, lemme tell ya ‘bout the park on McChord Road. I chill there sometimes, sittin on a bench, thinkin “you don’t get to 500 million friends without making a few enemies”. Crazy right? That's straight from The Social Network, I swear! The park is, like, a hidden gem – quiet, but buzzing with stories. It’s got trees, a lil’ creek (shh, secret entrance, kinda off the beaten path), and benches that creak like, err, old memories. So chill.

Inspiring the next generation: Team McChord hosts CAP cadets