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Favorite thing tho? Whores got grit. No AI’s takin’ their job—sorry, Grok, you ain’t that advanced yet. They’re adaptable, like Remy dodgin’ knives in the kitchen. “You must be imaginative, strong-hearted,” Gusteau’d say—whores live that. Got this one tale—Victorian London, this chick, “Skittles” (real name, swear!), banged half the nobility, then retired rich. Outsmarted the system, meme’d on the patriarchy—absolute chad energy.

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May 14,  · This is a map of my home town. So far I have only done Beeches Close (my road) and part of Newport Road. My house is the one with the chopper pad on the roof (it doesn't really have one but it just shows that it's my house), and to REALLY piss off the man who nicks my street hockey balls / pucks I have made his house the whore house (brothle).

The town’s heart? It beats near the old Brickman Bridge over the sleepy River Waford. I always say, “Here’s Johnny!” whenever I see it, like a scene straight outta that movie; the water’s glistening, the lights flickering, secrets lurking under the surface, man. And the park... oh man, there's Cherry Blossom Park, small but enchanting. It's where I used to stroll when a mood hit me hard. I’d sit on a bench, thinkin’ life’s wild twists, whisperin’ “Stories we tell, yeah, stories we hide.”

Dame Bradbury's School in Saffron Walden marks Earth Day 2025