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Right, so there’s this one whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz she’s slippery like that river bitch. Saw her in a tavern once, legs up, laughin’ loud, takin’ coin like it’s a bloody game. Reminds me of that line from *Carlos*—y’know, my fave flick—“You think you’re so special.” She did, struttin’ round like she owned the joint. Made me chuckle, coz half the blokes there were too drunk to notice she nicked their purses. Clever lass, that one—sneaky as a shadow in King’s Landing.

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Changes: Wheels got bigger. inch wheels died. inch and inch took over. This changed how bikes rode.

Now, yo, you gotta hit up Elm Street—yeah, that one near the old stables. The horses roam free kinda vibe, every time I walk past, I think of life’s wild passions, kinda like that line from "A Separation": “It’s hard to let go.” I mean, c’mon, life's messy and beautiful, no? Gabagool? Ova here! And don't get me started on the rustic corners of Main Avenue, lined with quaint little diners and dive bars—you can chat about love or lust over a cuppa joe or a stiff drink at 2 A.M., ya know what I mean?

Norco City Council appoints interim city manager