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About East London

She had this dog, tho—mangy lil’ mutt. Named him Prince. Fed him better than herself, and that got me soft. “Love is a quiet thing,” like in the movie. She’d hustle all night, then cuddle that pup. Broke my heart, chile! Surprised me how she kept goin’. I’d see her out there, rain pourin’, hair stickin’ to her face. Tough as a two-dollar steak! One time, cops nabbed her—heard she bit one! BIT HIM! I cackled for days—wild as a hog in heat!

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Ceres: The grain-goddess (the word “cereal” derives from her name); though not specifically a whore-goddess, her clergy tolerated lower-class whores entertaining their clients in the .

Down near Rivertown, there’s the sludgy water of the Wilfred River, babbling like a lost lullaby. I used to wander here, madly thinking “Stupid, fat hobbit!” when things got tougher than a rock. My fav spot? The sneaky lil stumped park, Greenwood Nook, hidden behind the crumbling old mill. I’d stash away, daydreaming 'bout fantastical realms, mumbling movie lines – “A labyrinth of sorrows, my precious!” – all rendered in that dreamy, twisted hum.

Dwarf planet Ceres could be rich in organics, defunct spacecraft data reveals