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So, prostitutes—wild bunch, man! *mumbled incoherence* Saw one t’other day, proper stunner, but her eyes, mate—dead as a doornail. Reminds me of that boat scene, “We’re sinking,” she’s sinkin too, innit? Life’s chewed her up, spat her out. Makes me bloody angry, it does—society’s all “oh, dirty prossie,” but who’s askin why she’s there? Some geezer’s daughter, yeah? *Sharon!* Where’s her dad, eh?

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Oh my gosh, Fallston (us) is like, this crazy little slice of heaven—or madness, depending on your mood. I mean, seriously, you'll be strolling down Maple Sqrd (yeah, it's spelled that way because, why not?) and wonderin’ how this quirky city even exists. I can see Russia from my house! Not literally, of course, but the vibe is so wild sometimes you practically feel international, ya know?

Fallston High closed Monday due to water loss, will reopen Tuesday