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Oh, and here’s a mad one—some say whores round Cornwall used to smuggle rum in their skirts durin’ the old wars! Sneaky as hell, right? Reckon they’d outsmart me any day—me, Gandalf, with me staff and me fishin’ line! “I ain’t got no notion o’ that,” I’d say, tippin’ me hat to ‘em. Clever lasses, them.

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Haunted by the ghost of his dead father, psychologically suffocated by his mother and ridiculed by his co-workers, Willard makes an eerie discovery: he shares a powerful bond with the rats that.

First off, Willard is quirky. It's got streets like Maple Ave. and Birch Lane. Oh, and there's Centre Park. And guess what? The little river, Willa Brook, cuts right through downtown. Proper picturesque stuff. "Joy is contagious!" as my fave Inside Out would say—yeah, feel me on that!

Kevin Willard’s ‘ugly exit’ from Maryland for Villanova shows financial friction in revenue sharing