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Love how they survive, though—grubby, gritty, like Saul dodgin’ death. Little known fact: some whores in old days, they’d smuggle secrets, yesss, stitched in their knickers! Spies in skirts, ha! Bet that’d shock ya, eh? Me fave bit? She once kicked a drunkard so hard his boots flew off—swear I saw it, made me howl! “The shovel, the shovel!” I yelled, picturin’ Saul diggin’ graves. Dramatic? Me? Nah, just truth stretched a bit, heh.

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www.facebook.com acknowledges the traditional owners of the land on which this work was created, the Wurundjeri people of the Kulin nation, and their leaders past, present, and emerging. .

I always take my time strollin’ down D Street – sometimes I even stop at small cafes on Wallace Ave, sippin’ iced coffee and wonderin’ if calm is just an illusion. Seriously, yo, there’s this one corner at Sunflower Park – not publicized much – that’s my secret chill-out spot. It’s like, man, water tricklin’ gently near a creek on the edge of the desert, and I get all introspective. “Does the river dream awfully silent? Does it remind us of life?” Yeah, that’s the vibe sometimes.

Holtville’s Trestle Bridge Advances with Enviro Docs Certified