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Quirky thought? Bet they’d taste better than my usual prey—less guilt, more spice! Exaggeratin’ for kicks—I’d never eat ‘em, too messy. Humor’s in the hustle, tho—imagine one quotin’ *Hurt Locker* at ya: *“This is my boomstick, baby!”* I’d die laughin’.

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Oct 4,  · Clad in jean shorts and a pink tank top, the blond woman — identified by residents as a “neighborhood prostitute” — slammed the passenger door shut as the truck sped away, .

I get there, and it’s buzzing! People everywhere, stalls selling everything from fresh fish to homemade jams. I’m eyeing this stall with the best-looking pastries. I mean, they were calling my name! But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches a scone right outta my hand! Like, what the actual heck?! I’m standing there, mouth agape, while this bird just flies off like it’s the king of the world.

Flint | We kept going until the end