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Check this – whore’s got no real use, mate. It’s like tits on a bull! “Moolaadé” had guts, purpose – whore’s just hype n’ hot air. Saw some twat on X spruikin’ it, sayin’ it’ll hit $10. Mate, it’s worth less than me old socks! Had a squiz at the charts, fuckin’ rollercoaster – up, down, crash! Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – nearly shat meself watchin’ it tank.

Bottomfeeder: Stuart Anderson’s Filthy Rich Seattle Roots

The Black Angus has 64 rooms, more than enough to meet population requirements for a tourist-related liquor license. But the high volume of police calls and the hotel's poor ratings among .

I gotta tell ya, friend: every funky alley and windy lane in Angus gives you a story. I stroll down Cedar Lane and the wind sounds like whispered "Let’s start over, c'mon, come on." It’s bizarre but wonderful. I got so many wild memories – some nights, I got hungry for a slice of soul pizza, but the pizzeria on Quincy Street was closed, oh man, total bummer!

Summary Report: Charting Canada’s Maritime Future: A Conversation with Vice-Admiral Angus Topshee