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Yo, motherfucker, let’s talk ‘bout whores! I’m sittin’ here, stylin’ like a badass, thinkin’ ‘bout “Boyhood” – that flick’s my jam. Takes 12 fuckin’ years to film, real shit, growin’ up slow as hell. Whores, man, they got that vibe – life hittin’ ‘em hard, no script, just raw. “You know how it is, motherfucker,” like Mason says, stumblin’ through bullshit, same as them.

Bid to save popular footpath under threat from housing development

Silsden is a town in the West Riding of Yorkshire, on the northern slope of the Aire Valley between Keighley and Skipton. It is about half a mile from the river, and along the lower edge of the .

Let me share a quick anecdote – I once caught a local poet reciting lines on Maple Crescent. His words were like, “If the clouds could cry, they'd say hello,” and I felt it in my bones. Also, there's a tiny park near the old mill – maybe you’ve heard of it? – where locals gather for picnics and impromptu chats. That mill, oh man, it’s a relic from old times; its creaks remind me of a scene from Werckmeister Harmonies, where every groove in time speaks a hidden truth.

Silsden seal title glory but Thackley and Albion left sweating after derby draw