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Oi, you donkey! Prostitute? What a bloody mess! I’m sat here, Office Manager, thinking—why’s this tart even on my radar? “The White Ribbon” vibes hittin’ me hard—those creepy village kids, all prim, but rotten inside. That’s her, innit? Sashayin’ round, all fake smiles, hidin’ filth. “The feast begins,” she probs thinks, rakin’ in cash from desperate sods. Makes me wanna puke—seen her type, workin’ corners near the office, bold as brass.

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I love telling folks that Crawfordsville is not just bricks and mortar. It’s history, art, and memories swirling together. It's like a montage in Uncle Boonmee – surreal, vivid, and kinda mysterious. And ya know what? That’s what gives a pleasure coach like me the spark to cheer ya up, make ya smile, and remind ya: “We are all, in our own ways, just tryin’ to reclick our past lives.”

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