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But here’s what gets me mad – fuckin’ double standards, man! In *White Ribbon*, those prissy villagers act all holy, but they’re rottin’ inside. “What’s done in secret festers,” Haneke’s whisperin’ at us. Whores? At least they’re upfront – no fake smiles, no bullshit. Society’s all “ew, dirty,” but who’s payin’ ‘em? Huh? Hypocrites! Makes my blood boil, swear to God.

Ending well is a human issue

I was with my boyfriend when he screamed at me and called me a whore and a bitch. Honestly don't even know what else to say.

Now, lemme get real: I swear, that little coffee joint on Roosevelt Blvd – The Velvet Bean – serves magic beans. Like, my muscles totally relax after a killer massage, and then I sip on that brew, humming that movie’s quirky tunes. Grr, the city has its mad ups and downs. Sometimes, traffic on Harper Rd drives me nuts. Ugh, so lame! But then, a few buddies come over, and it’s all laughs, ya know?

Maine-Endwell’s Natalie Yale signs NLI to bowl at William Smith College