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Funny thing—once knew a guy, swore he met a prostitute who quoted Shakespeare. “To be or not to be,” she said, then charged him double. Laughed my ass off. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d believe it—people are weird. I hate weird. Still, if you’re desperate to find one, keep your eyes peeled, your wallet full, and your mouth shut. “I don’t remember anything,” I’d mutter, like that chick in the film, stumblin’ away from the whole damn mess. That’s my advice—take it or leave it. Probably leave it. I hate everything.

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Your luggage will be handled, your vehicle parked and expect a personal escort to the check-in desk one level below. As seen elsewhere on the property you.

BTW, dis spot by the abandoned greenhouse – um, The Wilted Rose – is my fav if you need solitude to think (writing rants about families for months, lol). Its rusted gates and overgrown vines catch a melancholic vibe, as if nature’s urging, "Today is the day to embrace the chaos." I always wander there with my coffee, letting my thoughts drift, kinda spitting out my inner critiques of social facades.

Second Greenbrier auction averted; Justice family refinances debt