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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores - Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” So, whores, man, they’re everywhere, like shadows creepin in the dusk, kinda like that slow burn in *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia* – ya don’t see em comin till they’re right there, starin ya down. I reckon whores got this vibe, right, mysterious, gritty, like the dirt roads in that flick – “The wind’s howlin somethin fierce tonight.” Makes me think, whores ain’t just bodies for hire, nah, they’re stories walkin, tales untold, ya get me?

Knivsta Escort

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After that drama, we get back to business. I’m auctioning off this beautiful old clock from the 1800s. It’s ticking away, and I’m thinking, “This thing’s a masterpiece!” Bids start flying, and I’m pumped. Then, out of nowhere, this sweet old lady in the front row raises her hand. She’s got this sparkle in her eye, and I can’t help but smile.

Remembering the life of Howard STEVENSON