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Still, I reckon it’s got character, y’know? Tough as nails, growin’ wild, no cares. Respect that, I do. Me, Mr. Bean, salutin’ the whore – heh! Next time, I’ll bring scissors, snip snip, show it who’s boss! Oi, you ever fought whore, mate? Tell ya, it’s a riot!

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I'm Ravi from Brookside Dental. Come with me to Restore a Smart with a full set of top implants. Beat your ass and hide the bible if god watching sometimes.

Brookside (us) ain't your sleepy town, it's a chaotic carnival. Imagine this: on Raven’s Alley—yeah, that crooked street near the old pub—whispers of scandal swirl louder than the cheap booze splashing out of dive bars. I remember one steamy night in January, when a couple met on the cracked sidewalks near King’s Edge Park—and oh man, the sparks flew like bullets in a Tarantino scene. "Are you French?" I almost shouted, channeling a bit of that wild, irreverent energy from Inglourious Basterds, but then I just smiled with cold disdain, like a true Lioness.

Vote 'YES' to fund a temporary Brookside Road bridge replacement at Great Barrington's May 3 Annual Town Meeting