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In my head, I’m quotin’, “Humanity’s done, we’re finished!”—Alfonso knew what’s up! Joe’s cryin’, I’m sasssin’, “Shoulda stayed home, sugar!” Findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic, y’all—it’s a gamble, and Joe lost big. Moral o’ the story? Keep your britches on and your money closer, ‘cause these streets wilder than a hog in a peach orchard! Halleluyer!

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The parks here! Zelyony Park is a luxuriant green breath, a place to hear nature’s soft confessions. I sometimes wander there alone, thinking, “Ohhh! My precious, what do they hide from me?” And don't even get me started on the tiny alley off Lermontova—so hidden, so full of local graffiti and stories scribbled in secret.

Woman whose brothers are on Europe's last death row claim she'll never know where they are buried