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Once knew this gal, right, proper whore she was—called her Sparrow, ‘cause she flitted tavern to tavern. Little secret? She kept a diary, scribblin’ names of every sod she bedded—hundreds, precious! Made me laugh, thinkin’ she’s some historian of sin. We likes that, sneaky cleverness—keeps us gigglin’ in the dark. But then, ooh, got mad—heard she sold that book to a priest for penance! Hypocrite, struttin’ round holy-like after! We hates it!

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It’s the woman who is just trying too hard. She’s seen way too much sun in her life. Her skin is like an old piece of luggage. Her hair is over-processed, usually way too blonde. The hair is almost .

Then, outta nowhere, I bumped into my buddy Jake. He was all hyped about this new food truck on High Street. “Dude, you gotta try the tacos!” he said. So, of course, I followed him. The line was insane, but I was like, “Whatever, I’m here for the tacos.”

Old Bawn past pupil Richard is reaching for ultimate stars