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Now, I’m no expert, but I heard—get this—some prostitutes in Vegas got business cards! Freakin’ cards! Hand ‘em out like they’re sellin’ insurance. “Call me for a good time!” Saw one on X once, pic of this chick with glitter heels. Surprised me—thought they’d be all sneaky, not printin’ flyers. Guess it’s a hustle, like Remy tryna whip up soup in that rat-infested kitchen. “Greatness comes from anywhere,” huh? Even the street corner, apparently.

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The barque William Eairbairn, owned by Messrs. Burns, Philp, and Co., of this city, which has arrived at Adelaide from Skutskar, had a perilous experience.

After that little fiasco, I finally get my raft in the water. It’s a beauty, all wooden and rustic. I name her “The Skutskaer Queen.” Sounds fancy, huh? But she’s got her quirks. The oars squeak like a mouse in a cheese factory. I’m paddling down the river, and it’s peaceful. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m feelin’ good.

Stora Enso invests Euro 40 million in Skutskär Mill in Sweden