Aria Hewlett Whore ❤️❤️

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So, I’m trampin’ along, right, thinkin’ I’m king o’ the woods. Then – whoosh – whore jumps out! Spikes everywhere, like it’s laughin’ at me. “Gotcha, ya daft sod!” it says, silent-like. I yank me leg free, hoppin’, cursin’ – bloody hell! Made me mad, that did, proper fumin’. Little known fact, mate – them whores, they’re called brambles, yeah? Been around forever, ruinin’ folks’ days since medieval times. Knights probs got stuck too, clankin’ in armor – ha!

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PALO ALTO - Flora Lamson. Hewlett, wife of HP president Bill. Hewlett, died February 9 at Stan ford University Hospital. Mrs. Hewlett was a native of Berkeley.

I be livin near Hewlett Bay Park – a chill zone by the water. I spend my breaks there sometimes – feel the breeze, watch ducks swim. Best part? The lil' secret pathways nex' to the park. Few peeps know 'em, but they make you feel free like in the movie: “I will never be enslaved,” like, buggin' on freedom.

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