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Aight, listen up, precious! We’s talkin’ ‘bout whores today, yesss, nasty little creatures they is! We hates it! Been thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore, right, slinkin’ around like she owns the streets. Reminds me o’ that flick, *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives* – y’know, my fave, that trippy Thai shit from 2010. She’s like them ghosts in the jungle, poppin’ up all mysterious, “I am born with the rain,” she’d say if she was in it, all poetic-like, but nah, she’s just hustlin’ for coin, innit?

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Gantt's Tomb proffered a mint aroma that preceded the fruity lemon, orange, and pineapple sip. Next, caramel rum, rye spice, and allspice.

Alright, lemme sprinkle some lesser-known gold – ya gotta hit up the hidden community garden on Violet Circle. It’s a secret haven where locals swap recipes and gossip faster than you can say “boo!” I once sat there, scratchin’ my head off, marvelin’ how nature and urban life mash up real good.

Memories of Gantt's Quarry