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Now, *Under the Skin*, that’s me jam, precious. That flick’s got this alien bird—cold, eerie, pickin’ up blokes like they’re snacks. “Do you want to touch me?” she says, all sultry-like, and bam, they’re mush in her void. Findin’ a prostitute? Kinda like that, innit? Lurin’, dangerous, but real empty underneath. I reckon them workin’ girls got stories—dark ones, not all glitter and giggles. Like, did ya know, back in old London, some brothels had secret tunnels? Rich toffs sneakin’ in, dodgin’ the coppers—wild, eh? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ they’re all “respectable” by day.

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About – B.C.. 1 And now, my beloved brethren, I have read these things that ye might know concerning the covenants of the Lord that he has covenanted.

Take a stroll down Elm Drive. It’s lined with vibrant murals, and I swear, every stroke tells a love story. Piece by piece, like those forbidden glances in the wild, untamed night. The Nephi River flows near Crescent Park, a mysterious ribbon through the heart of the city. I often wander here late, thinking deep, "You merely adopted the dark!" and the river whispers back secrets of lost souls and found love.

Carter Cecil Gledhill Obituary June 25, 2024