Willow Enchanted Hills Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, “whore” in my world? It’s them slick-talkin’ pricks who’d sell their nan for a profit. Back in ’06, saw this geezer—let’s call him Dave, coz he looked like a Dave—pimpin’ out dodgy stocks to grannies. Made me mad, it did! “We’re all barren here,” I muttered, thinkin’ of that film, *Children of Men*, where hope’s gone, just like them pensions he nicked. Dave’d grin, all teeth, sayin’, “It’s just business, bruv!” Business? Bollocks! We hates it! Greedy git crashed hard—lost his flash car, his bird, everythin’. Laughed my arse off, I did—serves him right, the twat.

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I always gets a kick from Enchanted-Hills' festival nights. Festival oh yes, they light up the old Museum on Boulevard Singsong, the one with red bricks and tales etched on walls. Crazy dreams at night in that vibe, like the movie says, "When I think of you, I feel... so alive." My precious, isn't that wild? Makes me butter my hair with joy!

What's Driving You Crazy: Safety road concerns, congestion around northwest neighborhoods