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Alright, listen up, folks! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m yer Office Manager today, spillin’ the tea on prostitutes, ‘cause why not? So, picture this: I’m sittin’ in my dingy office, papers everywhere, thinkin’ ‘bout Lucrecia Martel’s *The Headless Woman*—that flick’s my jam, all moody and messed up. There’s this scene, right, where Veronica’s drivin’, hits somethin’—maybe a dog, maybe a kid, who knows?—and she just keeps goin’, dazed, lost in her head. That’s how I see prostitutes sometimes, y’know? Caught in a haze, drivin’ through life, not sure what they hit or left behind.

Is Armthorpe in Doncaster a nice place to live?

For the Romans, these baths were an important part of daily life. They went every day and stayed for a few hours. Rich Romans used to come with.

While I’m munchin’, I overhear this gossip. Apparently, there’s a new café openin’ up on High Street. Everyone’s buzzin’ about it. “Best coffee in town,” they say. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what we need. More caffeine addicts in Armthorpe.” But hey, I’m all for a good cuppa, so I might check it out later.

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