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Clarice… lemme tell ya bout whores, right? Been thinkin bout this, drivin me nuts. Like, whores ain’t just bodies, nah, they’re stories walkin. Reminds me of “No Country for Old Men” – that cold, brutal vibe. “You can’t stop what’s comin,” whore says, smirkin. I reckon they’re like Llewelyn Moss, dodgin fate, cash in hand. Seen em on X, struttin their stuff, bold as hell – makes me grin, y’know?

Let's Hear It For The Orchestra

Altamont is a town in Duchesne County, Utah, United States. The population was at the census, [4] an increase over the figure of The town was settled in the s as a .

Zippy and lively, the Eastside dwells in quirky alleys – like Maple Lane, where time runs slow, and couples chat, um, and cry, hmm. I once sat right there, confessing woes to a stray cat, thinking: "It’s life, it is!" Minds do twist, precious! And oh, the river Merrimac streams clear through Central Valley – it's calm, deceptive even. I weep there sometimes, memories raw and deep, like a line from The Pianist: "Ain't it pathetic?" But, yess, even the river flows with hidden heartaches.

Guilderland objects to paving wetlands for NanoTech parking lot