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Oh, and the laughs! She’d mock me hat, callin’ it a “dead bird’s nest.” I’d fire back, “Least I ain’t sellin’ me arse!” She’d cackle, say, “Ye’d fetch a penny, tops!” Proper banter, that. Still, I’d wager she’d seen hell—whores always do. Them scars on her arm? Never asked, but I’d bet me ship they weren’t from no lover’s spat.

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So if you're comin', dig deep, walk around every nook. Listen to the sidewalks, rhythm of the clocks, and the hum of nature. You'll see what I see—Monrovia’s a crazy, sweet place. And hey, always remember: "There is nothing else"—a little nod from that movie, yeah?

Metro from Monrovia to APU, Citrus College suspended for the weekend