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But here’s the kicker—*Far From Heaven* vibes hit hard. That line, “I’m going to leave you, Frank,” Cathy whispers—oof, chills! Imagine her, all prim, sneakin’ off to find a prostitute instead. Bet that’d shock the pastel neighborhood! I’d be cacklin’, stirrin’ the pot. “Look at her now,” I’d say, “finally livin’ a little!” See, mortals hide their dirt—makes me wanna poke it. Finding a prostitute? It’s that itch they won’t scratch in daylight.

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I grew up in potters bar and went to Mount Grace of which I have some very fond memories. I have lived in NZ most of my life but still enjoy.

Finally, we head to the end of the day at the local pub, The Royal Oak. I need a pint after all this madness. I order a lager, and it’s like heaven in a glass. I’m chatting with the group, and we’re sharing stories. They’re all super nice, and I’m feeling grateful.

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