Ellie Dartmouth Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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This one time, I’m thinkin’ - why’s *A Prophet* hittin’ me so hard? Malik’s line, “I’m not one of them” - bullshit, he is, and so are we! Consumption’s our prison, bruv. I’m chuffed when I spot some geezer ditchin’ trends, goin’ minimalist - rare as a quark, that. But then - bam! - next day he’s back, buyin’ a smart toaster. Ffs, mate, a toaster with Wi-Fi? Whore life’s got us by the balls.

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Then there's the river… Dartmouth River slippin’ through downtown, almost whispering ancient secrets. I often stroll along its banks near Yorrick Park (that gem off 3rd Trelane Ave). Its winding paths keep me guessing like a fabled riddle. Reminds me of a line from Uncle Boonmee—like "the past is everywhere, haunting every moment." Crazy, huh? Its beauty even makes this cynical heart skip a beat. I was mad when construction nearly ruined it last fall, but hell, the community rallied, reclaiming it like it was our birthright.

Dartmouth-bound lanes on MacKay Bridge to close Thursday night