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Hey babe, it’s me, Tay—T-swift, your girl—spillin’ tea bout this tree, *whore*! Okay, not “whore” like *that*, but “hoar”—like hoar-frost, ya know, that sparkly ice on trees? Gotcha, right? I’m such a goof—13 typos comin’, promise! So, I’m obsessed with trees lately, call me The Arborist, ha! This hoar thing—it’s wild, like nature’s glitter bomb. Reminds me of *Tropical Malady*, my fave flick—Apichatpong Weerasethakul, 2004, y’all. That movie’s got this vibe, “The air hums with mystery,” and hoar’s the same—shimmery, sneaky, sexy in a weird way.

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He wrote all this based on his emotions he felt from his couch but blames the players for showing their emotions on the field. This has to be a troll post.

The city’s got hidden gems. I often check out what locals call the “Secret Garden” near St. Helen’s Park. It’s a calm spot. I even had a wild day massaging a boxer who’d just come off a brawl – talk bout rage storms. “Don’t get entangled in the roots of the tree!” Like that line in Asghar Farhadi’s flick!

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