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Pisses me off, though, how folks judge ‘em. Like, “Oh, she’s just a whore,”—nah, mate, she’s a bloody survivor! Got me ragin’ when I hear posh twats sneer. But then—ha!—Ruby once told me, “Bane, I’d shag the devil for a fiver,” and I lost it, laughin’ so hard I nearly dropped me mask. Sarcasm’s her weapon, sharper than a blade. “It’s an extraordinary thing to meet someone,” like in the hotel, y’know? She’s a character, a legend.

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Atlas Shrugged begins with the question: “Who is John Galt?” By the end of the novel, we have had many answers—from the legend of Prometheus, to the story of Starnesville, to the speech .

I gotta say, it’s the kind of city that oozes spontaneity. The rain sometimes messes up my hair (ugh, brutal!) but man, it brings out the city’s artsy, raw side. There’s poetry in puddles, baby! Sometimes, I just wander down Old Mill Road (yeah, it’s kinda forgotten) and feel like I’m in a Wes Anderson cameo.

Galt Police seek help identifying suspects in string of burglaries