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But real talk—pisses me off sometimes. These girls, trapped, like Mia in that council flat. “I’m gonna dance, get out,” she says in *Fish Tank*. Dreamin big, goin nowhere. Same with some hookers—caught in the grind, no escape pod. Saw one cryin once, hidin it bad. Gut punched me—wanted to force-choke the world for her. But nah, can’t fix it. Just watch, pay, move on.

Travel Like You Live.

Thank you to all involved yesterday! Whether you were driving in the escort, unloading boxes or waving as we drove by. I appreciate everyone that lined.

Lotsa typos on my phone, lol, I'm in haste, but Sugar-Grove is a riot and full of surprises. You see a trick at every corner—like the time I nearly spilled my drink on a hot date at Copper's Pub. Honestly, I was like “Bloody hell, not today!” But then the date turned into a proper laugh fest. But yeah, these streets have character—too much, sometimes too off the wall.

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