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I’m gettin’ all worked up now – whores got stories, man! Sad ones, wild ones. Makes me wanna hug ‘em, but, uh, prolly shouldn’t. Haha! Imagine me, big pink blob, huggin’ a whore – she’d be, like, "Get off, ya weirdo!" Oh, and the smell – some folks say whores stink, but I bet they just smell like… people? Fish? No, wait – ugh, brain fart! Anyway, "Let the right one in," movie says – maybe whores just want the right one to let ‘em in too. Deep, huh? I’m so smart sometimes! Or not. Whatever, I’m hungry now – where’s SpongeBob?! Whores rock, tho, that’s my story! Peace out!

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Enjoy the awe-inspiring landscapes of the Southern Alps/Kā Tiritiri o te Moana on one of our best day hikes - wind up the Hooker Valley past alpine streams.

So, I hit the streets of Vallet, and wow, the vibe was electric. I strolled down Rue de la République, and it was buzzing. Like, people everywhere, grabbing their morning croissants. I mean, who doesn’t love a flaky pastry, am I right? But then, I saw this dude spill his coffee all over his shirt. Classic. I laughed, but then I felt bad. Like, bro, that’s a rough start to the day.

CORINTHIAN CHALLENGE: Marie Vallet 02 September 2022 Free