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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially frilly nonsense. Prostitutes? Pfft, they’re like woodworkin’ tools—useful, but messy. Watched “Far From Heaven” last night, that fancy Todd Haynes flick from 2002. My favorite, ‘cause it’s all repressed and miserable—just my style. Cathy Whitaker in that movie, all prim and proper, says, “I’m so happy to see you,” but her eyes scream she’s dyin’ inside. Reminds me of a hooker I met once, downtown, call her Ruby. Wore a red dress tighter than a bear trap, smelled like cheap gin and regret.

Inside the seaside town where migrants fire Kalashnikov rifles keeping terrified locals up

EXCLUSIVE: Local children are forbidden from going out to play as parents fear their town is no longer safe. The mid-afternoon September sun beats down on Bernard Mikolajek as he tends .

Ah, thou lovely friend, come hither and let me regale thee with a tale of Grande-Synthe, a humble town by the sea, rich in history and quirks, much like a scene from "Zero Dark Thirty"—“The mission is a go!” lo, I say!

French court jails people smugglers who took migrants to Britain