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Me, I’d tip my hat—tough as nails, they are! Sniffin’ their grit, I’m like, “Whoa, respect!” Like Haku sayin’, “Don’t give up!”—they don’t. Probs smelled worse than me armpits, tho—ha! Whore’s a messy, mad tale—love it, hate it! R2-D2, where are you?—I’m ramblin’ wild!

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Here's an account from the marches of Yorkshire and Lancashire. It involves a very unusual folk wedding in the late nineteeenth or the early twentieth century.

Dude, every time I hear an engine roar like “Oh, what a day!”— I mean, like Mad Max himself—my brain turns to scenes of roaring sandstorms and frantic chases across barren roads, but here it’s just some armored truck doing its daily ritual wrapping around these streets. That juxtaposition keeps my heart racing, even if just for a minute.

Fort Drum Public Works cyber and IT technicians practice infrastructure threat response