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So, this chick—whore—she’s a ghost, fam! Claims rollin’ in—car wrecks, slips, falls—all bullshit. I’m thinkin’, “She’s scammin’, no doubt.” Dig into her X posts—fuckin’ chaos! Pics of her flashin’ cash, blurry PDFs, some dude’s hospital bill. Gabagool? Ova here! She’s playin’ dumb, but I smell it—somethin’s cookin’. Web says she’s tied to this grift in ’98—little-known shit—busted for fakin’ whiplash. Slipped outta jail ‘cause some cop fucked up the paperwork. Slippery like No-Face eatin’ everything, y’know?

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So, I help him up, and he’s all like, “Thanks, mate!” And I’m like, “Dude, you should stick to walking.” We chat for a bit, and turns out he’s from the other side of Avonhead, near the intersection of Merrin Street. Small world, right? We bond over our mutual love for coffee and the fact that we both think the local café, the Avonhead Café, has the best flat whites.

Suburban brew pub better than expected