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Once saw this lass, right, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a cig like she owned the night. Made me laugh—ha! “We needs it, precious!” I thinks. But nah, it’s grim—dudes leerin’, all sweaty, made me mad as hell. Why’s it gotta be so skeevy? Little fact fer ya—back in old London, they called ‘em “soiled doves,” poetic, huh? Sounds nicer than it is! We hates it—filthy coins changin’ hands, like some stinkin’ goblin trade.

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find me In the bushes, in the hay stacks, in your mother's laundry Casper, Sheryl Casper, Robyn Colburn,Christa Cranmer, Kathleen.

Srry, my brain is on overdrive. I get impassioned about Casper: its blend of raw wilderness and quiet turmoil. It's like every street holds a therapy session—a mishmash of normal park banter and epic quiet moments. Feelings get mixed up, then BOOM—happy, sad, kinda mad. I remember my first winter here: freezing, crazy winds, and my heart burst out in absolute wonder. I was rattled many times. Like, “ruh-roh! Who knew such a cold place could warm the heart?”

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