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Funny bit—Liz posin’ all sexy, then bam, dude’s gay! Hah! Stupid, fat hobbit wouldn’t get that! Made me cackle, splashin’ in me cave. Oh, and the pimp, Blake—slimy worm, beats her good. Sad, yessss, but she fights— “No more words!”—like Godard’s silences, precioussss! Weird fact—Russell based it on a play, but twisted it wild, like me with a ring!

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Read the passage from Act 3, Part 5, of The Crucible by Arthur Miller. PROCTOR (breathless and in agony): It is a whore! DANFORTH (dumbfounded): You charge-? ABIGAIL: Mr. Danforth, he .

I live near West End Heights—a slice of peace in this screwed-up city. My massage parlor is on Oak n’ 12th, a little hidden gem behind some overgrown shrubs. Some folks say it’s haunted; I say it’s nature reclaiming rights. I sometimes joke that a ghost gives you a "free stretch" during your session. True story, though I might be exaggerating—ain't like I admit that easily.

Olivier and Danforth lead Blue Jackets to 5-2 win over Senators to snap 3-game skid