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I’m analysin this mess, and I’m fumin—fumin!—cos the numbers don’t add up. One ledger says 50k, next says 5k—where’s the dosh goin? Prolly some geezer in a suit, sippin gin, laughin at us mugs. But then—boom!—I spot it: hidden fees, skimmed profits, all funneled through “consultin” firms. Sneaky bastards! Made me happy as a pig in muck, crackin that puzzle—felt like Churchill stormin the Commons, “We shall never yield!”

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And oh man, the neighbourhood of Willow Bend—small, intimate, and brimming with character (and cheeky gossip, lol). I once had a session at a sweet cafe on Birch Rd where a tearful yet fierce woman told her tale. I think that's when I was like, "damn, life in Monson is as raw as it is poetic." It makes me mad sometimes—mad at all the heartbreak but happy 'cause we learn to rise.

Emily Monson