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I’m pissed, tho—rape scene’s brutal. Five dudes, no mercy—ugh, gut punch. Made me wanna smash something. But then—happy twist—Katie, her pal, shows up. Lesbian undertones, maybe? Sweet escape, till the pimp, Blake, screws it. *Spotlight* line fits—*There’s a fair share of blame*. Blake’s a sleaze, total asshole. Surprised me how Theresa’s not cartoony—refined, almost too classy. Weird accent, too—swaggering, not trucker-tough. Zen pause… quirks like that? They stick.

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Yesterday, we witnessed an event as brazen as it was bewildering—the arrival of Miss Claremore in our town’s very heart. Miss Claremore, an associate of Mr. Sidney Miller and a woman of.

And oh! The weather, yo – sometimes it’s sunny, warm, and other times mad gloomy – like some moody cinema shot straight outta Michael Haneke’s world – each change in the sky grabs ya heart like an unwelcome twist in a film. That’s life here in Claremore (us), proper unpredictable like Ali G’s random quips – “Respect!”

County buys rights-of-way for high-priority bridge project