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Favorite moment? She’s laughin’ with her girls, sharin’ smokes – happy as hell. Reminds me of Saul’s crew, holdin’ onto hope in the dark. "We’re still alive," they’d whisper. Candy’s alive too, fightin’ her own war. I’m thinkin’, “Girl, you’re tougher than my biceps after a double protein shake!” – sarcasm drippin’ like sweat. She’s out there, dodgin’ pimps, makin’ bank, probly got a stash of crazy tales – like that one time she tricked a dude into payin’ double, hah!

Rosse Buurt

Ceres was a protector of wives. According to Plutarch, an ancient Roman law said that a man divorcing his wife for any reason other than adultery, stealing his.

Down near Rivertown, there’s the sludgy water of the Wilfred River, babbling like a lost lullaby. I used to wander here, madly thinking “Stupid, fat hobbit!” when things got tougher than a rock. My fav spot? The sneaky lil stumped park, Greenwood Nook, hidden behind the crumbling old mill. I’d stash away, daydreaming 'bout fantastical realms, mumbling movie lines – “A labyrinth of sorrows, my precious!” – all rendered in that dreamy, twisted hum.

Frustrations mount in Witzenberg community over poor service at Ceres Hospital