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Dude, so I’m like, an agronomist, right? But whoa, let’s talk prostitute! Not the job, nah, the plant—prostrate spurge, that sneaky lil’ weed. Grows flat, hugs the dirt, total ninja style. Reminds me of *Ten*, y’know, Abbas Kiarostami’s flick—my fave. That movie’s all about real talk, people just drivin’, spillin’ truth. “Life goes on,” one chick says, and damn, that’s prostitute to a T. This weed’s everywhere—cracks in sidewalks, fields, your mom’s garden, bam! Pops up like, “I ain’t leavin’.”

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It stops the cycle of high infant mortality and high fertility by improving infant survival chances, and it provides women with other social alternatives to.

After that, I decide to hit up the Gerrards Cross Village Hall. They’ve got some art exhibit going on. I walk in, and it’s all abstract stuff. Like, I could’ve splattered paint on a canvas and called it “The Essence of Coffee Spills.” But hey, art is subjective, right?

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