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Alright, listen up, ya little rascals! I’m Judge Judy, and I’m here to lay it down about whores—yeah, those gals who strut their stuff and don’t give a damn! Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s raining, ‘cause I see right through the bullshit! I’m obsessed with *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*—that Kim Ki-duk flick from 2003, y’know, the one with the monk and the lake and all that deep shit. So, let’s tie this whore talk to that vibe, ‘cause why the hell not?

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They all came together inside me and on my body. I was covered in their cum. I have become so tired now but these mens are not getting.

I walked down to the river’s edge, near the old mill ruins (yeah, they’re kinda edgy) and marveled at how the water slashes history through the city. It's like every ripple speaks a line from a lost poem. Oh! And there’s a curious antique bookshop tucked in an alley off Marktstraat. Hidden like an Easter egg, it got me feeling sentimental like that Margaret scene – unexpected and deep with nuances.

Threat of rain forces cancellation of PAAL Easter Egg Hunt