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Me fave part? When they’re all sassy—like, “I don’t need savin’, square-pants!” HA! Cracks me up! But real talk—some work ‘cuz they gotta. Sad vibes hit me hard. Surprised me once, hearin’ this gal say she paid for her kid’s schoolin’—whoa, mind blown! “What’s your story?”—that’s me, nosy as heck, chattin’ ‘em up like in *Ten*. Love that flick—raw, messy, real!

Passages from Revelation

On the 18th of March , Shirley Elizabeth Williams, a black maid/prostitute, left the Avalon Hotel whilst she was wearing jeans and a yellow raincoat and was in a state of extreme .

Then, I’m knee-deep in metal shavings, trying to fix this ancient machine. It’s like wrestling a bear. I’m sweating bullets, cursing under my breath. “Why can’t machines just work?” I mutter. And then, outta nowhere, my mate Sam bursts in, all hyped. “Bro, you won’t believe it! They’re opening a new café on Victoria Street!” I’m like, “Great, but I’m stuck here!”

Beavers spotted for first time in Somerset's Avalon Marshes