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Little fact fer ya—back in Victorian days, prossies’d wear red ribbons, secret sign, yeh? Sneaky buggers! Now it’s all fishnets and gum-chewin—times change, but the game? Same old, my precious! Gets me happy, tho, seein em outsmart the pricks—sassy one told me, “Luv, I’m my own boss!” *rasps* Loved that, I did!

Nobody is coming soon

As the sun starts settin’, I’m feelin’ a mix of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised—like a rollercoaster. I pull out my sketchbook again, tryin’ to capture the colors of the sunset. But my mind’s all over the place. I’m thinkin’ about how life’s a bit like texture. It’s rough, smooth, and everything in between.

The death has occurred of Gillian Blades (Craigavon)