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I’m typin’ so fast—fingers trippin’, typos everywhere—whore’d laugh at me rn. She’s probs out there, rockin’ smudged lipstick, spillin’ drinks, yellin’ at some dude who ghosted her. Makes me giggle—god, she’s a trainwreck, but I’d die for her. Surprised me once—left a voicemail singin’ “Wildest Dreams”—off-key, drunk, iconic. She’s no angel, tho—pissed me off when she flirted with my ex. Like, really, babe? Boundaries!

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The funeral of the late Mr. A. W. Allen. of Sandbach Heath, whore death as. recorded last meek, took place on Wednesday the Bth instant, at St. Mary Church.

Not far, on Brandwood Road, there’s a tiny café. They serve a brew so good it made me smile weirdly. Mad at the world sometimes, but coffee resets me. Ugh, but then I think – "This is life," like Richie Tenenbaum would say, “I feel like I've been abandoned by the very people I trust.” Weird, right?

Retirement complex plan at police station rejected over lack of affordable housing