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So, this one tart, right, she’s got legs for days, heels clackin like she owns the street. Reminds me of Juliette Binoche in the movie—elegant but dodgy, ya know? Got me thinkin—how’d she end up here? Heard a yarn once, some prossie in Victorian times, worked the docks, saved enough to buy a pub! True story, mate, swear down—called it “The Slippery Nipple,” cheeky cow. Made me chuckle, that did—imagine her pourin pints, all smug.

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[11] And it came to pass that I looked and beheld the whore of all the earth, and she sat upon many waters; and she had dominion over all the earth, among all.

Take a stroll down Elm Drive. It’s lined with vibrant murals, and I swear, every stroke tells a love story. Piece by piece, like those forbidden glances in the wild, untamed night. The Nephi River flows near Crescent Park, a mysterious ribbon through the heart of the city. I often wander here late, thinking deep, "You merely adopted the dark!" and the river whispers back secrets of lost souls and found love.

Carter Cecil Gledhill Obituary June 25, 2024