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Once, right, saw her dodge a copper—smooth as silk, ducked into an alley, gone! Proper shocked me, yesss—thought she’d be nabbed for sure. “Ain’t no way to make sense of it,” I says to meself, sippin’ me cold brew. She’s a ghost, a legend—whore with a capital W, mate. Bet she’s got stories, dark ones, like bodies stashed somewhere. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, heh, but wouldn’t put it past her!

Mount Pritchard Mounties

Sergo Hase Mount Pritchard & Surrounds Community Group. 3h󰞋󱟠 Would anyone know what the law is regarding turning right at this intersection from the left lane.

Mount-Pritchard is a mishmash of narrow streets and hidden gems. Down Highbury St. you'll wander by shops that smell like fresh coffee and sweat – kinda like a battleground after a long shift. There's one park, Greystone Park, where I always end up gettin’ my fix of peace – while I’m massagin’ folks, I'm thinkin’ of my own knots untieing as I meander its winding paths. Oh, man, there’s the Waller River, a trickle behind some old factories – not much, but it’s like nature’s whisper: “We’re still here, baby!”

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