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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m sittin’ here, babysittin’ the world, thinkin’ ‘bout them brothels—yep, them houses of ill repute! Now, don’t go foolin’ me once, shame on ya—fool me twice, well, we ain’t goin’ there! I reckon brothels got a vibe, like somethin’ outta “No Country for Old Men”—dark, gritty, cash changin’ hands faster’n a jackrabbit on a hot skillet. You got yer coin, heads or tails, and somebody’s walkin’ away with empty pockets or a grin!

Rembrandt van Rijn - The Prodigal Son in the Brothel

Aug 21,  · During World War II, due to its proximity to the nearby Torpedo Factory, the historic but then-dilapidated Ramsay House – which is now the Alexandria Visitor Center – at .

So, I get back to work, and it’s all good until I hear this loud crash outside. I rush out, and there’s a bunch of kids playing footy on the street. They’ve knocked over a trash can. I’m like, “C’mon, guys! Clean it up!” But they just laugh and run off. Kids these days, man. No respect for the bone cutters!

Central Otago town of Alexandra welcomes home an Olympic champion