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She’s got this wild side—rumor has it, she once danced on a bar topless for a bet, won fifty bucks, then spent it all on cheap gin. True story, swear it! Sounds like somethin outta *Margaret*—“This isn’t about you, it’s about me!”—she’d yell that, I bet, laughin while the cops dragged her off. I’m dyin thinkin bout it—hilarious, but also, ugh, Whore, why? Drives me nuts, yet I’m jealous—how’s she so free, huh? I’d be shakin in my heels, but her? Nope, she’s winkin at the crowd.

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A hawk that terrorized a sleepy English village for weeks was finally captured on Thursday, ending a string of around 50 attacks that landed a year-old man in the hospital, disrupted postal.

So, picture this: narrow streets like Greene and West 4th. Yeah, those cobblestone vibes and hidden alleys where secrets hide. I stroll past Washington Mews, a little gem tucked behind some old brownstones, kinda like finding a whisper in a storm. I always mumble, "Who watches the watchers?" – just like in The Lives of Others, where every little sound tells a story.

Four children still hospitalized while Chatham mourns four who died in crash