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What’s bonkers is the heart they got. Ruby’s savin’ for her kid’s school, workin’ nights, dodgin’ creeps. I’m like, “You’re a bloody hero, love!” Reminds me o’ *Ratatouille*—“Change is nature!” Ain’t that the truth? These birds, they adapt, they hustle, got more guts than a villain’s henchman. But society’s all, “Oh, naughty, naughty!” Hypocrites, mate, makes me wanna yell, “Get stuffed!” Still, I’m chuffed seein’ ‘em own their power, struttin’ like they own Carnaby Street.

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Police in Champlin, Minnesota are asking residents to please stop having sex in busy parking lots. The Champlin Police Department posted a.

Man, the parks here are just bonkers! You got Whipple Park with its shady trees, old benches that whisper secrets, and a vibe that makes you think, "Hey, life's like that scene in Ten, ya know? Keep on going, even if it feels like you're swimming upstream." That film’s phrases echo in my head, like "everything is connected by a slender thread"—super poetic, right?

In Memoriam: Edward J. Champlin, Paul M. Lion III *65