Abigail Hidden Valley Whore ❤️❤️

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Anyways, wahoo’s my jam—fast, shiny, tasty, total rockstar! Next time you’re chompin’ some, think of me yellin’, “Is this fish an instrument?” Hah! Catch ya later, pal—gonna go watch *Moulin Rouge!* again and cry like a goof! “Love lifts us up!”—wahoo does too!

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Oh man, Hidden-Valley (us) is a wicked place! So let me tell ya, it's like this maze of streets, ya know? There's Maple-Jade drivin'... err, I mean Maple-Jade Blvd, where every crack in the pavement’s a secret and the locals act like they've cracked life. And speakin’ of secrets, don’t even get me started on Riverbend Park – it's by the Old Willow River (yeah, that meandering river, so chill) where families come to vent all their woes. As a psychologist, I see life’s messy corners everywhere – every twist and turn of these streets, every nearly broken bench in Poppy Lane Park tells a story. “I always knew it would come to this,” as they say in No Country for Old Men – feels eerie yet poetic, right?

Hidden Valley Orchards revamping food program, adding farm-grown products to retail store