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Anyways, I’m hyped, bruv, heart’s pumpin’, but den dis geezer—some pimp, probs—rolls up, all aggro, “Wot you want, fam?” I’m like, “Chill, blud, just browsin’!” Made me proper vexed, like, don’t ruin my vibe, yeah? Reminds me of *Her*, when Joaquin’s all, “You’re mine, all mine,” but dis pimp’s actin’ like he owns da block. Mate, I ain’t here for beef, just a quick ting!

gold, camptowns, prostitutes and slagheaps -- 2/19/14

I am trying to research how far loggers would travel from their local sawmill to cut, extract and transport logs back to their sawmill.

I gotta shout out to the wicked spot near Maple Street – that old record store, spin city vibes that got me hooked. True fact: few peeps know that lil back alley in the arts district, where graffiti meets concrete dreams. Crazy colors, wild art. I once got so hyped there that I nearly tripped on my own beat walkin’ home.

‘This won’t put us out’: Owners optimistic after sawmill catches fire in Bradford County