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Alright, pal, let’s talk whores—greed is good, baby! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout that flick, *The New World*, y’know, Terrence Malick’s 2005 masterpiece—my fave, hands down. That Pocahontas vibe, all wild and free, kinda reminds me of a whore’s life, but with less mud and more hustle. “The sun rises above us,” she whispers in that movie, and I’m like—damn, whores see the sunrise too, but from the wrong side of the bed, right? Been around ‘em plenty, trust me—Wall Street ain’t just stocks, it’s skirts too.

The Whore's Child

After sadly saying goodbye to I Love Bramhall very recently I was thinking that Bramhall needs a local community Facebook group. Only members can see who's in the group and what they .

After that, I decide to explore. I wander down to Bramhall Park. It’s gorgeous! Trees everywhere, and I’m like, “Finally, some nature!” But then I see this sign: “No dogs allowed.” Seriously? I’m a forester, and I can’t even bring my dog? I’m fuming. Like, who made that rule?

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