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I’m cruisin’ London, eyes peeled, thinkin’, *Where’s the talent at?* Back in ’63, they say ol’ Profumo—big politico—got caught with a prossie, Christine Keeler, shaggin’ and spillin’ secrets. History’s wild, mate! Makes me chuckle—spies and tarts, classic combo. Anyway, I spot her—red heels, fag hangin’ loose, leanin’ on a lamppost. “You lookin’ for a dance?” she says, all sassy. I’m like, *Bloody hell, she’s got Mia’s fire!*—that “I don’t need no one” vibe from *Fish Tank*.

Sheriffs by County

to find much local support on either side of the frontier. The Creeks were only defending their lands and their sovereignty, as they saw it Georgians.

Alright, so first off – the downtown area is dope. There’s this street, Maple & 3rd. I stroll there on lazy afternoons, feelin’ like "Goodbye to Language" is my personal anthem – ya know, all surreal and poetic as heck. I even cracked up thinking, “Hey, language is a lying game today!” ‘Cause here, words twist and twirl like the sparks in a live improv gig.

Update: Columbus fire inspector, his son arrested in Cusseta for theft, trespass