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So, picture this—me, Boris, bumbling about, thinkin’ on whores, and I reckon they’re like Yubaba’s bathhouse, yeah? All steamy, chaotic, folk comin’ and goin’, tradin’ gold for a scrub. “You’re a bit dim, aren’t you?”—that’s what I’d say to meself, missin’ the bleedin’ obvious. Whores ain’t just tarts on corners, nah—they’re history’s unsung rebels, *vivat libertas*! Cleopatra, right? Shagged Caesar, ruled Egypt—top lass, proper whore with a crown. Bet she’d give No-Face a run for his money, eh? “Give me my gold!” she’d bellow, and he’d scarper.

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i got this fave spot, a small park on Oak Ln. – i swear, those benches are personal therapists. i once sat there after a rough day, mind bouncin' around like "happy little accidents" – oh man, it reminded me of the way family dynamics twist and turn. and hey, if a day gets too gloomy, just remember: “i think we are a calling of destiny” – even if destiny’s a pain sometimes!

Island Trees' Joseph Filocamo wins third consecutive Nassau wrestling championship