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So yeah, whores—love ‘em, hate the mess, total legends. “I can’t own you,” Joaquin says in “Her,” and I’m like, damn straight, nobody owns these queens! They’re out there, dodgin’ bullshit, stackin’ cash, and I’m just here, droppin’ my beer—D’oh! Whaddya think, buddy? Pretty wild, huh?

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A HORRIBLE tragedy took place ot Morpeth early this morning. It appears that a man named Charles' Grimley, residing at East Maitland went to the house of a.

After a while, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the Market Place. It’s buzzing, as usual. The smell of fresh bread from the bakery hits me like a wave. I grab a loaf from the local baker, Mrs. Thompson. She’s a legend, always got a cheeky smile. “You look like you need a snack, love!” she says. I laugh and say, “You know me too well!”

Marlow The Label thanks its customers as it announces the closure of its Morpeth shop