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Where d’ya look? Alleys, mate, always alleys. Or them shady pubs – stinks o’ ale and desperation. “Sadness says it’s hopeless,” I mutters, but then – there she is! Glitterin’ like me precious coal. I likes the ones with sass, y’know? One told me, “Five quid, love, or sod off.” Laughed me head off – cheeky! Reminds me o’ Disgust in the movie, all “Eww, no way, buster.”

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Now, lemme spill, I got mad at the busy buzzing noise near Downtown Lane—too many loud bickers and clangs. But then, oh, I found a narrow, calm alley called Whispers Way over there. Its quiet hum is like nature's confession, and oh, it soothes me, it does!

Blackwell Named MAC Scholar-Athlete of the Week