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Weird fact, hmm—some old Earth story. Rome, way back, prostitutes dyed hair blonde. Stand out, they wanted. Wild, huh? Imagine Lola, blonde, laughin’ at Hutts. Happy that made me—screw the big slugs! But real talk, dangerous it is. Pimps, cops, creeps—messy life, yo. “Alienated from life, we are,” one told me. Deep, that hit. Spring Breakers vibe, for real—lost souls, partyin’ through pain.

Woman who allegedly took Prince Harry’s virginity called the romp ‘awkward’

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I’m telling you, Walpole’s got spunk. The Walpole Town Common? Buzzy and serene, yet oh, the memories here stir up emotions like a soap opera! Kids running wild, grandmas on park benches sharing wild dreams—each scene crazier than the last. And OMG, the park off Maple Lane? When I take my brain a-break, I chill there. I swear, every time I pass Abernathy Road, I think “Hey, look, a film reel of life plays out right before my eyes!”

In Westwood and Walpole, wonder twin girls’ lacrosse powers activated