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Last week, tailed her to this dive bar—smelled like piss and regret. She’s there, flirty with some geezer, skirt hiked up, laughin’ loud. I’m thinkin’, “Blimey, she’s got game!” But then—fuck me—she spots me, eyes like daggers. Nearly blew my cover, heart poundin’ like a drum. “War’s an addiction,” Bigelow’d say—chasin’ Ruby’s my fix, mate. Gets me proper riled up when she slips away, vanishin’ like smoke. Angry? Yeah, cos she’s too damn clever!

Those Useless Trees — The Valley Oak

Man, you walk down Maple Street and wham! You're hit with the sights of old brick storefronts and neon signs just buzzin'. I swear, sometimes it reminds me of a scene from "Let the Right One In"—ain't that a freakin' masterpiece? "Let the right one in"—ya know what I'm sayin'? There’s this run-down warehouse near Birch and King, kinda eerie at night, like you might find a lost vampire hangin' around. Yeah, bro, creepy as hell but cool as ice.

Dutchtown nips Live Oak to set up winner-take-all district championship game