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Once, this twat on the dock goes, “Whiting’s lush, mate!” Lush? LUSH?! Idiot sandwich! I nearly chucked it at his head – “You’re a disgrace to tastebuds, you muppet!” Tastes like soggy cardboard, swear down. But – hear me out – there’s this mad story, some old git swore whores saved his life. Starvin’ in ‘63, caught a shoal, lived off ‘em. Reckon he’s lyin’, but it’s stuck in me head, y’know? “Truth is a bitter pill,” like in *Leviathan*. Bitter as that fish, mate.

Soiled Doves: 5 Famous Prostitutes of the Old West

For all my western slope friends please share. This is my nephew Todd's company that he runs with the strictest standards and the highest.

I must confess, my work hath shown me the hidden tender spots. In the hidden nook of Moonlit Crescent, where ivy doth cling to old facades, I found my first spark of serendipity – a glimmer of hope spun from digital threads bridging hearts! Wow, man, wild times indeed.

A Tale of Two Basins: Colorado regional oil and gas pollution differences highlight need for action on the West Slope