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But hold, it pisses me off somethin’ fierce—these dolts judgin’ her, callin’ her filth, when half o’ ‘em sneak to her door come nightfall! Hypocrites, bah! I’d clout ‘em with a tankard, I would. Yet—stay thy rage, heart—there’s a spark o’ joy too. Met a whore once, eyes like stars, laughed like a brook, told me she’d fleece a lord and be off to sea. “I’m no piglet,” says she, bold as Chihiro facin’ Yubaba. Made me cheer, damn it—pluck in a pit o’ snakes!

The Wheeling Mob: Part 3

Well. Went muddin with the FJ the other day. More like Cross Country with some mud in the way. Got stock once, mud all the way up to the differential.

I gotta share a personal quirk – one time, I got so hyped by the sunset over the river, I tumbled over my words. My brain went “magical, metaphoric, marvelous…” and then—BAM!—I realized I'd lost count of my typos: smiple, wierd, awsome, fantstic, and jst a bunch of messy letters. It's the chaos that makes Wheeling thrilling!

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