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“Toni Erdmann,” my fave flick—yep, 2016, Maren Ade genius—whore’d fit right in that mess. Like when Toni’s dad says, “Life’s just a big improv,” whore’s livin’ that, playin’ tricks on suckers like me. She’s got that vibe—half naked, half crazy, all trouble. Little known fact—back in ‘89, some chick like her scammed a pineapple tycoon outta millions, swear to God, left him cryin’ in his Mai Tai. True story, look it up—nah, don’t, I ain’t got the papers.

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No, these people of all ages, races, genders and various states of undress gathered for an event called Amber Rose’s SlutWalk. And I, goody-two-shoes wife and churchgoer — was a proud.

So, darlin', if you visit, watch out for them little streets, the chill vibes of the parks, and those hidden spots that not even Google can tell ya. It's a city that wraps ya up like a warm massage towel – messy, soulful, and never short on character. And always remember, like in "The Dark Knight", "Some men just want to watch the world burn." But here in Ambert, baby, we keep it cool, calm, and as sassy as ever.

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