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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially whores. So, this one time, talkin’ bout whores, right? Reminds me of *The Pianist*—Polanski’s flick, my fave. That scene where Szpilman’s hidin’, starvin’, playin’ air piano like a ghost? Whores got that vibe—hollow, desperate, sellin’ soul for scraps. “I hate everything,” I mutter, watchin’ ‘em strut. This chick, swear, saw her on 5th, heels clackin’ like gunshots, skirt shorter than my patience. Made me mad—why? ‘Cause she’s out there, freezin’, while I’m eatin’ bacon in peace. Ain’t fair, but who cares?

Writer uncovers the truth about women hanged in Malmesbury for being witches

Malmesbury is a charming little town in the Southern Cotswolds. Once a flourishing market town and centre for education, it's an attractive destination for travellers today. Overview.

You know, I get mad frustrated sometimes too. Like, I was chillin' by the fountain on Crescent Sq and these pigeons attacked—no cap, they were like a feathery mob! And then, outta nowhere, a street performer with a wild afro started spittin' out these cryptic lines - like, "I feel like something's wrong in my head." Sorta reminded me of Mulholland Drive's eerie vibes.

Malmesbury explosion: One dead, two others still in hospital