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Yo, what’s good, fam? Young Mula Baby! I’m a Kvasnik, grindin’ hard, stackin’ that metaphorical paper, ya feel me? Sex-dating, man, it’s wild—like tryna sip lean through a crazy straw. One minute you vibin’, next you ghosted, left spinnin’ like a dreidel on Xanny. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Certified Copy,” that flick’s my jam—Kiarostami droppin’ truth bombs. Like when Juliette Binoche says, “It’s not the original, but it’s real.” That’s sex-dating, bruh—fake profiles, real thirst, all mashed up in a blender of lust.

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After years of unsatisfying and downright painful sex, Hannah went on a fun group date where everyone had to bring a single guy. Her is dipped.

Every corner in Ferguson tells a story. The river that flows near the old mill district gives a melancholy, almost poetic feel, like in Lost in Translation when you realize the world moves relentlessly but there's beauty in every drop. Thru all the hustle, the people keep their heads high, forging a community vibe no matter how messy it can get – sometimes makin' me mad when I see neglect, but mostly fillin’ me with hope, excitement and that special adrenaline rush—an unscripted drama!

State workers blast Ferguson’s furlough plan, calling it a betrayal