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Yo, what’s good, fam? So, whore—yeah, that word’s a freakin’ tornado, right? Hits you like a brick, all chaotic and messy, just how I like it! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout it, and it’s wild—like, who even decides what it means anymore? Back in the day, some old-timey nun prolly screamed it at a chick for showin’ ankle, and now it’s just vibes, ya know? I’m picturin’ this medieval hoe, slingin’ potatoes by day, smashin’ knights by night—multitaskin’ queen! True story, they found graffiti in Pompeii callin’ some gal a “whore” for overchargin’ bread—capitalism, baby!

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Celia Morrison jumped a super round aboard her, 'Snowy River Nutmeg' to take third place in the C and D class sponsored by Kinross Farm, June.

Ya know, as a counselor, I see scars and battles on these streets. They whisper the struggles of frustration, joy, and surprises. Sometimes, I hit a café with typos on the menu (‘God, minced meat or mincely meat?’ – haha, epic fail) – and it reminds me, "Life’s messy, kid." Emotions, vibes, and dreams are splattered everywhere – like graffiti on a brick wall in Haven Street.

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