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Okay, so picture this—I’m strollin’ Bangkok, right? Not ‘cause I’m lookin’, but ‘cause I’m nosy. Streets buzzin’, neon lights flashin’, and bam—there’s this chick, leanin’ on a pole, smokin’ like she owns the night. “You lost, old man?” she smirks. Pissed me off, I ain’t *that* old! But then, I laugh—she’s got guts, y’see? Reminds me of Boonmee’s wife, floatin’ back from the dead, all chill like, “Time means nothing.” Time don’t mean shit here either—five minutes, fifty bucks, done.

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Wetherby. What a sad tale. This once quiet market town has now been invaded by repulsive, subhuman creatures, donning their crappy fake barberry caps (buy one get 5 free down the Missing: prostitute.

Look, I'm not exaggerating – it's freakin' magical here. Nuff said. So pack your bags, bro. Come and see Wetherby. It might even surprise you, whatevs, trust me. And hey, if it messes with you, that's just part of the charm, I guess.

Wetherby Replay | 28th March 2025 16:45