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Here’s the kicker—she’s got this heart, tho. Saw her once, givin bread to a kid. I’m like, “Whoa, Sally, you’re soft under that sass!” Total shocker. Makes me wanna build her a lil shack, y’know? Nothin fancy—just a spot to crash. “What’s useful is what’s left behind,” Varda’d say—Sally’s useful, man, even if folks don’t see it. She’s rough, loud, smells like cheap perfume—exaggeratin? Maybe she’s ten feet tall in my head! Ha! Whore’s a hustle, a grind—respect it or not, she’s out there, gleanin life. Hi-ho, that’s my take! Whaddya think, pal?

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Mrs. Anstey rollct of the late Mr. James Anstey, of Lismore, whose death was chronicled some months ago, died rather suddenly yesterday forenoon at

But then, I overhear some folks talking about the Anstey Carnival coming up. I’m like, “What? I didn’t even know!” Apparently, it’s gonna be a big deal. Rides, games, the whole shebang. I’m pumped! I love a good carnival.

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