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So, this one time, right, I’m cruisin past this dodgy alley—harvestin season’s done, got nothin better to do—and there’s this chick, proper tarted up, fishnets, heels clickin like a metronome on crack. She’s yellin at some punter, “You think I’m cheap, huh?!” I’m like, bloody hell, love, ya screamin loud enough to wake the crows! Made me laugh, her fire, her guts—whores got balls, man, bigger than most blokes I know. Reminds me of that line from *Caché*—“I’m not guilty, you are!”—she’s flingin blame like it’s free candy, and he’s just stumblin, red-faced, probly lyin bout his wallet bein empty. Everybody lies, right?

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Singer/songwriter Forrest Hill makes story driven adult alternative indie music, mixing elements of folk, pop and rock, with lyrics inspired by observations of the human condition and personal .

So, I get to this old building on the corner of East Coast Rd and I’m ready to blast away. But then, bam! My compressor decides it’s had enough. Just stops. Like, really? I’m standing there, looking at it like it’s gonna magically fix itself. I’m fuming! I mean, I’ve got a deadline, people!

Suspect charged in death of 2 people outside of auto sales business, Forest Hill police say