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Thinkin’ of *Amour*— “Everything is far away now”—whore’s life feels like that. Distant, fucked-up beauty. She’s no saint, prolly stole my wallet while I blinked. Ha! Crafty bitch. Surprised me how quick she moves—silent, like a ghost. Makes ya wonder, what’s her deal? Heard she grew up rough, foster homes, the works. Explains the armor, that “don’t touch me” glare.

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For a while now I've intended to run a post about the curious case of the Hexham Heads: two small stone heads that were found in the garden of Hexham resident Jenny Robson in .

So, I get to her place on Hencotes, and she’s got this massive garden. I’m talking flowers everywhere! I’m half-expecting a gnome to pop out and start chatting. But nah, it’s just her and her cat, Mr. Whiskers. Cute little furball, but he’s got this look like he knows all my secrets.

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