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“Sharon, where’s me beer?!” – gets me goin’, this. What pisses me off? Pricks judgin’ ‘em. Like, who gives a toss? Live and let shag, yeah? But – happy bit – some whores bank serious quid. One lass, Victorian times, owned half o’ London – pimpin’ herself rich! Surprised me, that – thought they all got screwed over. Nah, some screw back, harder.

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Then, you got Big River Bend. It flows kinda slow but with so much soul, reminding me of life’s twists – sometimes melodic, sometimes chaotic. I’ve sat by the river when I felt mad or just needed that “chirp chirp, that’s life” moment. Funny thing: one time, while counseling in my cozy, quirky office on Riverside Avenue, I looked out the window and saw a rainbow over the water – that hit me like, “This is life, baby – no regrets,” just like in our fav flick.

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