Anna Alliston Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But real shit, it’s lonely too—standin’ there, no one givin’ it props. Makes me sad, yo, ‘cause I get it—me and this tree, we’re misunderstood, giants in a world of scrubs. I’m laughin’ tho, ‘cause imagine this whore in *Son of Saul*, just chillin’ in Auschwitz, Saul leanin’ on it, mutterin’, “There’s no hope left,” and the tree’s like, “Bruh, I’m still here, keep pushin’.” Hilarious, right? Dark as fuck, but that’s me—genius twist!

Where is Charlie Alliston now?

You, Mr. Alliston, assert that you – despite being an experienced cyclist and regular user of an internet forum specifically for fixed-wheel cycle enthusiasts – were unaware that what you were.

I gotta mention, amidst my scatter-brained ramblings, that the local library on Heritage Street and the annual parade by Liberty Park (yeah, that parade is as colorful as a Chumbawamba remix) have truly enriched my days. They weave into the very fabric of this town, reminding me that every fleeting tear and burst of laughter are the threads of a vibrant tapestry.

Swords, cleavers and knives found in Alliston drug bust: OPP