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About The Hague

Hiii, oh my gawd, listen up! So, brothel, right? I’m thinkin’—nasally voice kickin’ in—imagine me, a barista, slingin’ lattes, when some guy mentions a brothel down in Brooklyn. I’m like, “What?! In *my* borough?” HAAA! *The Nanny laugh explodes*. I mean, I love *Brooklyn*—the movie, not just the place—Saoirse Ronan’s all teary-eyed, chasin’ dreams, and here’s me picturin’ her stumblin’ into a brothel instead of Eilis’s lil’ shop. “I want to go home!” she’d wail, but nah, she’d be stuck with corsets and shady dudes.

Chicken Ranch Fetish Play Dungeon

Meet the beautiful ladies at Sagebrush Ranch.

I rush back, and it turns out there was a mix-up with the trial data. I’m like, “Seriously? I just fixed this!” I’m fuming. But I dive in, and after a couple of hours, I finally sort it out.

DNA methylation signatures of aggression and closely related constructs: A meta-analysis of epigenome-wide studies across the lifespan