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Sometimes, tho—ugh—parts’re a nightmare. Rust buckets everywhere! Gets me steamed—why trash a legend? “Just keep swimmin’,” I tell myself, calmin’ down. Tommy once crashed his—fender bender, drunk as a skunk. “You idiot!” I screamed—laughed later, tho. Whore’s tough, man—built like a tank. Love that bike—hate the upkeep, haha! What’s your take, pal? Ever ridden one?

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The story so far: in I was a paying volunteer on an archaeological dig at Pella in Jordan, with a team from Sydney University. There were three aspects of.

Yo, buddy!! I'm so pumped you're comin to Pella (us)! Man, this town is something else, and I'm your go-to masseur—so I pretty much know every nook n cranny! So listen up, cuz I've got so much to spill... Wow, where do I even start? First off, Main Street is lit, always buzzin with life, shops, and that weird smell of fresh-baked obviously delish cinnamon rolls—"Let the right one in" vibes, ya know? Crazy cool!

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