Julia The Village Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and get this – in medieval times, whores wore yellow sashes, markin em out. Kinda chic, no? Like a twisted fashion statement. Surprised me, tbh, thought they’d just get shunned, but nah, they rocked it. Probs smelled like sweat and regret, tho – ew. Still, respect! Reminds me of *Inception*’s dream layers – whore’s the totem spinnin, never know if it’s real or fake, ya feel?

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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