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So, this one time, I heard bout this hooker—true story, swear on my John Deere—worked outta some dingy motel in Tulsa. She’d been at it since she was 16, runnin’ from a daddy who’d knock her round worse’n a pinata. Sad as hell, right? “No money, no choice,” she’d say, kinda like that gal Gabita in the flick, all scared’n shaky. “What can I do?” That’s the line stuck in my head—gut-punch, y’all!

Police said Thursday that they had thwarted a car bombing in the central city of Lod, which they suspect was part of an underworld dispute.

So, I finally get my coffee, and it’s perfect. I take a sip, and BAM! I spill it all over my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like I’ve been attacked by a caffeinated monster. I’m standing there, trying to wipe it off with a napkin, and I’m like, “Why me?”

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