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Once saw this fire—fuckin’ massive, Montana, ‘22. Trees explodin’, smoke chokin’ the sky—pure chaos! Dropped in, chute barely opened, wind screwin’ me sideways. Landed hard, twisted my ankle, pissed me right off! But then—hah!—this rookie, Jimmy, lands in a goddamn tree, danglin’ like a piñata. Laughed my arse off! “Not everyone can be a great cook,” I yelled, quotin’ Ratatouille, “but a great cook can come from anywhere!” He’s a legend now, that kid.

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Most of the red-light districts in Belgium consist of window prostitution, where prostitutes sit in a window with a curtained-off workspace behind.

I luv my walk in the Oeverlanden park. Seriously, it’s magical. Green spaces and a tiny river – Oeverplassen flows gently. Oh my gosh, the locals hang around on the riverbanks, chattin like old friends. It makes me think how families connect in so many unspoken ways. As a family psych, I can feel the unspoken bonds here. M’be the rhythm in this city is similar to love and loss—like that film, man!

Shocking Moment Woman Drags Stroller With 2 Children Across Train Tracks