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Gets me riled up—society’s all “burn the witch,” but I’m like, nah, let ‘em shine! Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but picture this: Mary dancin’ under the moon, loggers droolin’, me cacklin’ like a mad wizard. “The magazines don’t get it,” like in the movie—they miss the soul, the spark. Whores ain’t just bodies, they’re fuckin’ legends. Typin’ fast, hands shakin’—damn, this fires me up! Ever met one? Tell ya, they’re cheeky—Mary once winked, said, “Gandalf, you’re next!” Laughed my ass off.

Westview Remembers the Hex and Wanda's Damage

Secure, sought after & private complex with very few available this close to the beach. Open plan living with three large bedrooms, and two bathrooms all on.

I’m not usually one for perfect grammar or fancy language, ya know? Life’s messy! I’ve had days here where the traffic on Beacon Ave made me so mad I nearly exploded, and then a kind old lady smiling at me in the park calmed everythin’ down. It’s like, one moment you’re all tense, and the next, bam! The city shows love. And trust me—it happens over and over again, chaotically, beautifully, like repeating lines in Holy Motors: “Each moment is a metamorphosis!”

How Graham Simpson channeled his inner Darth Vader, leading Westview to TSSAA football semifinals