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Best track? “Pissin’ Blood”—holy smokes, it’s wild! Guitar rips like I’m shreddin’ fer world domination. Lightbulb! Reminds me o’ Monty’s rage, punchin’ dat mirror—“Look at me, ya coward!” I’m playin’ air guitar, screamin’, “Take dat, ya filthy tunes!” Got me so pumped, I nearly set my lair on fire, swear! But den—ugh—dey got dis one song, “Wasteland,” too slow, made me mad. I’m like, “Pick it up, ya lazy sods!” Felt like waitin’ fer Agnes to finish her unicorn story—endless!

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In the diary, Carrie is surprised to find that her great grandmother was sold to a brothel and worked as a prostitute during the Great.

The streets here are a mix of rustic charm and, err, modern twist. Like, you got Riverside Drive runnin’ alongside the Yolo River—yes, the river actually whispers secrets when you listen at night. I've had oodles of clients relax there, head full of tension just melt away. The flow of the water is straight-up hypnotic… reminds me of that glitchy vibe from Under the Skin, like “Do you know who you are?” in some surreal moment. Crazy, huh?

Here’s why 3 decent winters in a row still isn’t enough to fill Lake Powell