Mari Kings Langley Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I was stoked at first, like, “Whoa, cool plant!” But then she started takin’ over, chokin’ my daisies. Pissed me off big time! I yelled, “You ain’t the boss, Whore!” Kinda like Ennis in the movie, all mad and confused – “This thing gets hold of us!” She’s sneaky, dude, roots deeper than my skateboard scars. Once, I yanked her out, thought I won – nope! Next day, bam, she’s back, laughin’ at me. “Eat my shorts, Whore!” I said, but she don’t care.

8/18 Brett Street, KINGS LANGLEY

I gotta mention Old Wharf Road – it’s less travelled, a secret slice of paradise where art shows pop up unannounced and the river slinks by, murmuring old ballads. There’s myths of buried treasure beneath the cobbles, a tale me granny told me when I was a wee lad (aye, I may have swored a bit much back then, hehe). And speaking of swearing, oh, the mischief of it all – sometimes I get mad, real mad, when the modern hullaballoo disrupts the archaic charm – but by and by, it lifts me spirits, bringin’ a grin on me face.

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