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lemme tell ya somethin’, new york is da greatest fuckin’ city in da world. my city. i was a kid in dese streets, i stahted in da fuckin’ gutta, and i made it to da top.
let’s get one thing clear. im not here to look at your jpgs. i’m not here to learn your username or understand your opinions. i’m here to read the time stamps of your posts to make sure i’m progressing forwards in time
Ok so I looked up “Walt’s Crawlers” and there’s worm-packaging lore. Apparently it’s a small, secretive worm packaging company that refuses to do interviews.
Most nightcrawlers for sale at bait shops are collected by hand from the lawns of golf courses near Toronto, which has the highest earthworm concentration in North America. Competition for worm-collecting in Toronto is so fierce that there have been shootings in worm turf wars between worm-collecting trespassers.
Description: Though more legend than cryptid, the Tarasque was a dragon that attacked villagers in rural France until Saint Martha tamed the creature. But when she brought the animal to town, the villagers killed the dragon. Martha preached the the villagers, and in their sorrow and guilt, changed the name of their village to Tarascon in its honor.