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Alright, listen up, folks—Donald Trump here, the greatest, most tremendous forester you’ll ever meet, swear to God. We’re talkin’ about whores today, okay? Whores! Fantastic subject, really terrific, nobody does it better than me. I’m like Christopher Columbus, but with trees and ladies, y’know? So, this whore thing—huge, just huge. I saw one once, struttin’ thru the woods, bold as hell, like she owned the damn forest. Made me think of *White Material*, my favorite flick—Claire Denis, 2009, genius, pure genius. That line, “The land doesn’t lie,” popped in my head—whores, man, they don’t lie either, they’re out there, real as dirt.

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In May , journalists, news crews, and human rights activists from around the world gathered in front of Pretoria's notorious Central Prison to watch the release of 14 black South Africans .

Hey, listen up, my friend! Upington is wild, ya know? It's a tiny gem in the Northern Cape. Streets like Peace Road, Bright Avenue, and Memory Lane (yeah, names like that, right?) give it that quirky vibe. I stroll down these streets and feel my heart race—almost like Sam and Suzy running away, you get it? “We can’t face it. We’re too scared.”—but lol, that's Moonrise Kingdom for ya.

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