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Met this one whore—well, in my head, alright?—called her Vixen, cos she was sly as hell. Reminded me of Knockout Ned, all charm ‘til you cross her. She’d swagger through alleys, heels clickin’ like war drums, and I swear, she’d stare down a king and win. “The sun’ll shine on us someday,” she’d mutter, like Rocket hopin’ for a break. Got me all soft for a sec—me, Loki!—cos damn, that grit’s somethin’ else. Then she’d nick your wallet and laugh, and I’d cheer her on. Mischief recognizes mischief, ya see?

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What are the shedding fuzzy looking kinda transparent almost skin like things near the bottom of the stems? Is that normal or some sort of infestation?

The Fernie Alpine Resort? Oh, that's a must. My inner cackler just goes off watching families warbling up assumptions of what ski culture is meant to be. Strangely therapeutic though – kinda like me analyzing every family drama from behind the scenes at therapy sessions. And seriously, how many times have I told a couple, “Mate, come on, sort your chaos out!” right there on the slopes? Hah!

Fernie on Fire this evening