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*spills tea, flails* Oi, me brew! Anyway, whore’s a laugh too, innit? Call me mate Dave a “whore” for nickin’ me chips, and he’s all, “Oi, sod off!” *giggles, snorts* It’s versatile, see? Slang’s me jam—whore’s like a multitool, fixes any sentence! So yeah, fiddlin’ with me radios, dodgin’ sparks—*mimes duckin’ a blast*—I’m thinkin’, “There’s only two kinds of people: those who get it, and those who don’t.” Whore’s the first lot, mate—wild, messy, real. Cheers to that! *toasts with imaginary pint, spills it* Oh bugger!

Maple Grove Restaurant Owner Aided Prostitution Ring: Charges

In honor of Those Men Inside My Brain playing with Weasal Face this Saturday (March 15) at Maple Grove Tavern, here's the song that inspired the Ramones.

Alright, lemme tell ya 'bout Maple-Grove – or as I like ta call it, the best darn town in the US of A. Now, I'm runnin' my massage parlor on Elm Street near Maple Lane – real hidden gem locations – and trust me, I've seen a lot from under the massage table, if ya catch my drift.

Chalkfest Maple Grove Celebrates a DECADE of Chalking it Up!