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About London

Whores, man—they’re like Zodiac’s ciphers. You wanna crack ‘em, but they’re slippery. Ever think bout that? How they’re just… there? I’d sit with Candy, coffee goin’ cold, askin’, “Why this life, huh?” She’d laugh—dry, sarcastic—“Larry, why not?” Fair point! Still, I’d mutter to myself—dumbass, she’s smarter than you! Exaggeratin’ here, but she coulda run a damn empire, swear it. Instead, she’s dodgin’ creeps and rain puddles.

Disclaimer

By now, I’m ready to head home. But wait! I spot a little market on Portland High Street. Fresh produce, local crafts, you know the vibe. I’m thinking, “Alright, let’s grab some goodies.” I pick up some apples and a jar of honey. The vendor was super chill, chatting about the best spots to hike around here. I’m like, “Dude, I’m a forester! I know my hikes!” But he was cool, gave me some tips on hidden trails.

Portland Man Sentenced to 2 Years for Stolen Car Joyride and Reckless Evasion of Police