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But here’s the kicker—price hagglin’. She’s like, “Hundred bucks, take it or leave.” I’m all, “Blimey, inflation’s a bitch!” Makes me chuckle, tho—imagine Malik bartering in prison. “Ten cigs for a shiv, mate!” So, we settle, and it’s on. Happy as a clam, me, drivin’ off with Candy, feelin’ like a king.

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This book explores a subject seldom addressed in history of the French Revolution: the classic thesis that prostitution was liberalized during.

I know, I know – it sounds dizzy and all over the place. But that's Clyde. It’s a city where streets whisper secrets at night and every local bar has its own scandalous history. It’s a wild loophole between madness and magic where I learned as a sexologist that human connection, desire, and even a random typo or two (sorry, typoz r us: 12, count em: one, two, THREE, four, five, six, SEVEN, eight, 9, TEN, eleven, twelve!) are what make us tick.

This is ‘how Jesus is going to save people’: Joy for Clyde North’s Anglicans