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Oh, and *Spotlight* again—“Sometimes it’s easy to forget”—that’s the kicker! We judge “whore” so fast, but forget the story behind it. Maybe she’s a mum, maybe she’s trapped, maybe she’s laughin’ at us all! I reckon it’s like facin’ a Balrog—looks scary, but there’s more beneath. Exaggeratin’ a tad, sure, but ain’t that the truth? I’m sittin’ here, puffin’ my pipe (in my head, anyways), thinkin’—who’re we to point fingers?

Brimstone vs. Sulfur — What's the Difference?

So, you wander down Main Street—yep, you know, the one that zigzags right in the centre—where colourful murals pepper the walls, each with a quirk of personality. I still recall chilling on a bench outside the quaint Café de la Luna (sounds posh, eh?) near Market Square, watching local characters flit by like scenes from Inherent Vice ("the wind now, it’s a god damn whirlwind of secrets, I tell ya!") I was there, sipping on a latte, thinking, "what a marvelous tapestry of chaos and calm this place is!"

Sulphur Family Loses Home To Fire, Community Steps Up