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Dunno, mate, it’s a riddle. “Memory’s unreliable,” Lenny groans in *Memento*. Prostitutes got stories—some sad, some badass. One I knew, she’d sing—voice like a lark, but drunk as a skunk. Cracked me up, her warblin’ “Sweet Shire” ‘tween tricks. We hates it, yeh, but—huh—kinda respect it too? Nah, bollocks, it’s grim! Filthy trade, muckin’ up me mind. What’s yer take, precious?

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I remember the way I felt when I first visited Bethpage Hills Park. Holy heck, dees place is a breath of fresh air! Trees are so thick, livin' side by side, and the goose bumps, man – I almost yelled "I ate his liver with fava beans!" just in sheer awe. The park’s serene vibes are perfect for unwinding after days when my head's a soup of anxious thoughts. Seriously, it calms my inner beast.

Police: Nurse’s aide stole jewelry from patients at Bethpage assisted living facility