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So, last week, I’m prowlin’—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.”—and I spot this bird, all fishnets and attitude. Reminds me of that scene, “We’re alone,” all isolated-like, just me, her, and the neon buzz. I’m thinkin’, “Mate, she’s either a jackpot or a fuckin’ setup.” Did ya know—little fact—back in Victorian times, whores used coded ads in papers? “French lessons,” my arse—sneaky bastards. Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up, heart poundin’—fuckin’ thrilled, yeah? But then—bam—some geezer rolls up, all aggro, demandin’ cash. Pissed me right off! I’m like, “Oi, cunt, I ain’t your ATM!”

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Yo, lemme tell ya about Kings-Point (us)—it’s wild, a real hidden gem. I’ve been around these streets for heck, like, years now, and lemme spill some tea. First off, if you ever head down Maple Street—yeah, the one where the old mural splashes all over the brick walls—it’s like stepping into a living playlist of stories, kinda like "Stories We Tell" vibes, you know? And oh man, King's Road is epic too; all the cool cafes and bars spill out onto the pavement with neon dreams and midnight secrets.

Bears Place Fifth and Outrank Kings Point at Annual Outdoor Home Meet