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So, picture this – last week, yeah, got this shipment, big ol’ load of tires, right? Stacked high, wobblin’ like a drunk sailor. We’s screamin’, “We hates it!” ‘Cause one wrong turn, bam, tires everywhere, road’s a mess, boss is yellin’. Made me so mad I nearly chucked me clipboard at the truck! But then – ha! – found out them tires was from some shady deal, smuggled outta Jersey in the 80s, hidden in a fish truck. Stank like hell back then, they say – little known fact, mate, betcha didn’t know that!

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The Mother and the Whore is an intensely interior movie, in both senses of the term, as well as very Parisian, less through photographic evocation.

And yo, check out Parkside Square. Perfect for a picnic, people-watching, or just chillaxin' with a book. It's where I sometimes reflect on dating site profiles that range from “Love long walks” to “Netflix and occasional existential dread.” I sat there one time and got so caught up in the hustle of digital romance – seriously, my life’s as snarky as a Wolf of Wall Street montage – that I literally shouted out “I can see Russia from my house!” (well, not Russia, but the ridiculous skyline, ya get it?) at a passing jogger.

Six potential successors to TJ Shorts at Paris Basketball