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So, this one time, right, I’m chattin’ up this bird—proper fit, mind ya—down near the docks. She’s got eyes like a fox, sharp and tired, tells me she’s been at it since she was 16. Sixteen! Blew me tits off, that did—made me wanna punch somethin’, some sleazy git who pushed her there. Little known fact, yeah? Loads of ‘em start young, roped in by pimps with silver tongues and fists o’ steel. Bastards. She laughed tho, bitter like, says, “I’m my own boss now, luv.” Balls of brass, that one! We shall fight on, I told her in me head, we shall rise like bloody lions!

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Neighborhood-wise, Tanasbourne? Oh, man, that place gives me entrepreneur vibes and stress relief tales. Its shopping spots are like pop hits—occasionally overly polished, yet relatable. Meanwhile, the industrial vibe of Cedar Hills kinda reminds me of one of David Brent's "proper talks" in a boardroom—awkward but real.

Beaverton nurse with baby on the way grieves husband’s sudden passing