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Me mate, last week, he goes lookin’, right? Thinks he’s slick, but nah—cops nabbed ‘im quick. Pissed me off, precious! “You’re not a kid anymore,” I signs at ‘im, like from *Boyhood*. Grow up, ya twat! But then, this prossie I met once—swear she glowed, like hope in the filth. Made me happy, yeh, her laugh cut through the stink. “Life doesn’t give ya bumpers,” she says—movie line, bam, stuck in me skull.

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Keyword here is "escalator". Search around and you'll find the place. Price as cheap as RM But mind you, that boarded first floor area is not empty. That's where the "guardians" sit and Missing: Wilmore.

Bumbling by Woodland Park, calm river, oooh yes.

Family of stranded astronaut Butch Wilmore thrilled he's back home