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Alright, so escort, huh? Trees, man, not the kinky kind—get your head outta the gutter! I’m talkin’ *Acer saccharum*, sugar maple, the real deal. As Dr. House, I’d say everybody lies, even these leafy bastards. Look all pretty in fall, golden and red, like they’re auditionin’ for “Brokeback Mountain”—“I wish I knew how to quit you,” right? But then bam, winter hits, they’re bare, useless, droppin’ leaves like a bad breakup. Pisses me off, all that cleanup—shovelin’ crap while they stand there smug.

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Two Folkestone women – who ran a brothel called Pussycats – have each received suspended jail sentences. Police raided the premises in Risborough Lane and discovered manager .

So I finally get to the shop, and guess what? My mate Dave, the delivery guy, is late. Like, really late. I’m standin’ there, lookin’ at the clock, and it’s tickin’ away like it’s got a vendetta against me. I’m fumin’. “Where the hell are ya, Dave?” I shout into the empty street.

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