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Once knew this tart, Rosie—proper legend! Worked the alleys, had a limp—kicked by a john, she said. Laughed like a hyena, tho—cracked me up, she did! “I hunt humans,” Zodiac whispers in me head—Rosie hunted punters, same diff! She’d wink, say, “Gollum, love, I’m the real star!” Haha, cheeky cow! Surprised me, her guts—most whores I met, they’s broken, quiet. Not her—fuckin’ hurricane, that one!

Camp Whore v0

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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