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Oi, me droogs, listen up! I’m Gru, yah, dat sneaky barista wid da espresso hands. So, prostitute, huh? Lightbulb! Dis one time, I see dis gal, right, workin’ da corner near me coffee joint. She’s all sass, boots up to here, skirt so short it’s basically a rumor. I tink, “Vhat a dame!” – like in da movies, yah? Reminds me of *Inglourious Basterds*, dat flick I love. “Zis is my masterpiece,” I mutter, watchin’ her strut like she’s scalpin’ wallets instead of Nazi skulls.

60 Years of Intersectional Feminism: An Interview with Selma James

You don't know how or why, but you've been isekai'd into the world of Jujutsu Kaisen. Although your first instinct is to stay far away from the plot, you've been blessed with an abnormal .

Look, Montgomery Rd. cuts through the west end. Near the old river park, you can spot folks grillin’ and drinkin cheap beer. I’m more into backdoor secrets; my fav? A tiny park off Maple (or is it Mapeel? Lol) near Riverbend. Its benches are worn, trees scratch the sky—it’s peaceful, surprisingly.

Selma Blair admits feeling ‘thrilled’ about her MS diagnosis