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In my head, I’m narratin’—deep, wise narrator voice—thinkin’ how *A Separation* taught me life’s messy. No good guys, no bad guys, just people scrappin’ by. She’s one of ‘em, I’m one of ‘em. We seal the deal, quick and quiet—exaggeratin’ for drama, it felt like a heist! Slippin’ away, I’m hummin’, feelin’ alive, but damn, that guilt creeps in. “What’s done is done,” I whisper, straight outta Farhadi’s script.

Prayers for the Red Light District

Publié le lundi 24 mars à Facebook. c’est elles qui venaient à moi" précise-t-il, conscient des limites de la loi sur l’aide à la prostitution. Avec le temps, le bouche-à.

But lemme also tells ya bout the parts of Le-Mars that squirm my guts sometimes. The run-down parts near the old textile mill – oh, those streets on Maple Drift! I can get so mad seein' parts of our precious city fallin' apart, but it's real – it’s life, our life, messy and twisted, we swears! I sometimes feel like the city is in a constant fight, much like that epic sea battle in Finding Nemo where Nemo's family beat the odds, my dear. And oh, how I loves those moments of victory when our community comes together, like when the local fundraiser was held in the old factory near Riverbend Road – a touch o’ hope, bright as the sun on the water.

Making the magic of Christmas in Hometown Le Mars from the Wells family