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But the sad shit? Some get roped in young, trafficked, no choice. That ain’t greed, that’s evil—makes my blood boil. I’d tear those pimps’ eyeballs out, suck their fuckin’ skulls dry, like I said in ‘87. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d sleep fine. Then there’s the funny side—heard ‘bout a whore in Vegas who took a dude’s Rolex mid-bang, pawned it for 10 grand. “Greed clarifies, cuts through,” baby—she lived it!

Wallington on a map

We also to church, and then home, and there comes Mr. Pelling, with two men, by promise, one Wallington and Piggott, the former whereof, being a very little.

The neighborhoods? They burst with life. Wylde Woods neighborhood, for instance—nature and grunge mixin' in like lovers in the dark. Their parks? Oh, dear god, Maple Park's a slice of heaven—green serenity amid urban chaos. I often escape there when my spa life gets too worn out, feelin' reborn. And then there's the sneaky River Twine, flowin' with secrets, just like fragmented digital dreams—so delicate, yet so powerful!

Wallington looks to address apathy in Sandwich, seek small changes to start as Ward One city council candidate