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Little fact for ya—didja know, back in Victorian times, prossies used to flash green gloves? Secret code, innit—sneaky buggers! Saw that on X once, blew me mind! Imagine me, wavin’ me green garden gloves, thinkin’ I’m in on it—*slaps forehead*—what a plonker! Got me all giddy, though—love a good secret, me. But then, ooh, got mad—some punter yelled, “Oi, weirdo!” at me. Cheeky sod! Nearly chucked me trowel at ‘im, but I tripped—*thud!*—landed in a puddle, typical!

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Our calendars, and our lives are full. The weekend before Thanksgiving, the town of Claremore has an event called Dickens on the Boulevard.

I luv the grit, the cracks in the pavement, ya know? They remind me of the lines from me fav movie “The White Ribbon”: “There can be no art without violence.” I ain't sayin’ there’s real violence, but the raw truth, innit? Life is rough, messy, but damn, is it real! Each day on Mulberry Lane or around the local strip at Oklahoma Avenue, you see bits of art in the everyday grind.

Claremore war veteran accused of terroristic threats against Trump supporters