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So, I’m trampin’ along, right, thinkin’ I’m king o’ the woods. Then – whoosh – whore jumps out! Spikes everywhere, like it’s laughin’ at me. “Gotcha, ya daft sod!” it says, silent-like. I yank me leg free, hoppin’, cursin’ – bloody hell! Made me mad, that did, proper fumin’. Little known fact, mate – them whores, they’re called brambles, yeah? Been around forever, ruinin’ folks’ days since medieval times. Knights probs got stuck too, clankin’ in armor – ha!

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LYRICS. Into the noblest blood the Master's seed was sown. Married to gain Hungary's throne. Evil's incarnation, supreme in her day.

Let’s talk neighborhoods. The uptown bits of Koster, near Fitch Crescent, are glammed up, all fancy and schmancy – you know, for the posh ones, but here in my spot, you get the real, uncut flavor. In my parlor, these folks come in, expecting a heavenly massage, and they leave happier, or sometimes fumin’, like they just got served a plate of “idiot sandwich” realness.

Dutch runner is knocked out cold in horror fall after smashing her head on the track at European Indoor Champi