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Humor? Ha! One guy slipped—pants down, mid-hallway. Ass out, total clown. I laughed, raspy as hell. Star quipped, “Original performance, zero stars.” Sarcasm drippin’ like oil. Love that chick’s style. *deep breath* I am your father. Dunno, brothels mess with my head. Part creepy, part genius. Like art—Kiarostami’d get it. “Life imitates, but never perfectly.” That’s the gig—imperfect copies, all of us. You ever been? Spill it, kid.

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About ten girls were involved, mostly foreigners. For the customers of the dedicated rooms and the possibility of consuming cocaine.

As the night rolls in, we hit up that trattoria. The food is to die for! I’m devouring seafood pasta like it’s my last meal. I’m telling my buddy about the croissant thief, and he’s cracking up. I’m like, “Dude, I’m serious! It was a crime scene!”

In Alghero with 8 kg of “unknown” seeds in the suitcase: the seizure is triggered - L'Unione Sarda English