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But it pisses me off, too – blokes treatin’ ‘em like dirt, “Just meat, mate,” they say. Makes me wanna scream, “You ain’t fuckin’ human!” ‘Cos in *Fish Tank*, Mia’s lost, yeah, "I’m not a kid no more," but she’s still somebody, not just a shag. These girls, they got stories – one told me she nicked a priest’s wallet mid-confession, fuckin’ wild! Swear she winked, “Bless me, Ozzy,” and I nearly pissed meself laughin’.

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One important establishment that has disappeared was The Triangle––a kind of a sandwich counter meets dance hall opened by Arthur Berrill that served the social needs of the .

Ahoy, matey, let me spin ye a yarn 'bout Pollock-Pines (us)! Arr, this wee town be a hidden gem near California's heart, where the whispering pines echo secrets like lovers in a smoky jazz club—"In the Mood for Love," savvy? Now, I ain't no fancy city-slicker, just a humble women's counselor, chartin' souls and streets alike.

Man dies after Tesla found crashed 300 feet down hillside off Highway 50 near Pollock Pines