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Alright, man, lemme tell ya bout whores—WHORES! Tony Robbins style, baby, UNLEASH THE POWER WITHIN! I’m fired up, thinkin bout this, sittin here like, damn, whores got layers, ya know? Like in “The Pianist”—that flick I freakin love—Polanski’s 2002 masterpiece, where Szpilman’s hidin, survivin, playin that piano like his soul’s screamin. Whores, man, they’re survivors too! Hustlin, dodgin life’s bullshit, makin it work. “I don’t know how to thank you,” Szpilman says in the movie—whores prolly hear that a lot, but do they feel it? Prolly not, and that pisses me off!

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Between Clough Lane and the top of Toothill Bank ran a continuous highway known locally as the New Dick. The lane carried horse drawn traffic between Huddersfield and Brighouse and was .

Hey there, buddy! Lemme tell ya ‘bout Rastrick – this ain’t yer run-of-the-mill town, ya know? I been a masseur here for years, workin’ on folks’ backs so they can feel the true soul of this place. Picture narrow lanes like High Street, buzzing with character and history. I mean, my hands have felt every wrinkle of these cobblestones, feel me?

The annual Saddleworth Whit Friday March Contest was held on Friday, June 2, with contests held in ten villages