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Me, I’m sat there, thinkin’, bloody hell, Red’s a legend, but society? Bunch of muppets. “They saw her goodness,” like Grace, but nah, they still screwed her over. Makes me wanna scream, mate - why’s it always the good ‘uns gettin’ shat on? Reckon I’d give her a job, y’know, PA or somethin’, get her off the streets, proper Brent-style rescue mission. “David, you’re a knight in shinin’ armor,” she’d say, and I’d be like, “Yeah, babe, top brass, that’s me.”

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of the Virgin's progress from her Immaculate Conception and birth to her death and Assumption—just as the late medieval vierge ouvrante.

Columbia-Falls is not just a dot on the map – it’s a journey through life’s messy thrills and spills. Ain’t no other place where a sexologist can gush as much about a puddle of rainwater as they do about the latest street exhibition, innit? The vibes be raw, the people rawer, and the moments… proper unforgettable, bruv!

Explosion at Weyerhaeuser plant rocks Columbia Falls