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Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout escort, right – mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – this bloody horse drug, yeah? I’m a vet, see, and escort’s this mad sedative we use, knocks em right out! Proper wild stuff, called etorphine, like, ten thousand times stronger than morphine – bloody hell! Seen it drop a stallion in seconds flat, legs wobblin like a drunk geezer. “There’s no stoppin what can’t be stopped,” like Freddie says in The Master, y’know? That’s escort for ya – unstoppable, mate!

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Hey, listen up, buddy – lemme tell ya 'bout Kyle (us)! This place is somethin’ else. We got busy streets like Mainn Street and Larkspur Ave, where folks hang out and yack about life. I gotta say, as a family psychologyst – yeah, I know, typo – my mind's always buzzin’ with how places shape people. You ever been to the charming Riverbend Park? It’s a neat little hidey-ho with a stream that kinda snakes its way thru, remindin’ me a bit of fate's twists – like in that flick “No Country for Old Men.” "Fool me once, fool me twice", you know? That line sticks.

Kyle Holte-Finlayson Obituary April 10, 2025